Tiding
Spinning
beneath sea soaked feet,
rough and glassy grains leave hollows
as they tumble, a sandy swirl,
into the rounding.
If you listen to their leaving —
this grainy rattling of what was —
all the rumblings of the deeps
join the hum:
start
again.
When you sink into
the gravity
of each eroded
spark,
a universe beckons,
brimming
as the sun sets fire to a
restless sea
and clouds brood above
like smoke —
even then,
within a flower-stained sky,
the tender moon encircles
your rising.
bearbones 
Wow. Excellent. So easy to visualize and experience. Thanks!!!
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Thank you so much 😊
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Every time I read your poetry, something stirs inside me.
Thank you, Tricia!
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Thanks Fleur! ❤️
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I just love your poetry! Thank you Tricia so much for sharing your exquisite work with me.
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Thank you, Tricia!
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Love it!
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