One of our teacher-writer-blogger friends Leigh Anne Eck is on vacation in Florida. Don’t you just love a vacation photo that you can sink your dreams into?
Treasure
found in a sea shell,
an open sky,
a momentwith you.
Margaret Simon, draft
Take a moment to muse about this photo. Write a small poem in the comments. You may share on social media with #ThisPhoto, #poemsofpresence and #smallpoems. Be sure to leave encouraging responses to other writers.
Reflections on the Teche 
Hooray for Florida waters! Margaret, your last line brings us into the photo. How nice. How generous. Thank you.
Morning’s panhandle
asks for nothing–
offers sunny-side
soft scrambled
over-easy days
of sandcastles
and patience
for hatchlings
tapping closer
to a fire
thatwarms this surf
Love “Sunny-side soft scrambled over-easy days.”
Linda, wow, what a great poem. I love these images “sunny-side soft scrambled over-easy days of sandcastles and patience for hatchlings.” Are your hatchlings plovers, sea turtles, alligators, or crocodiles? I’m not sure what you mean by “tapping closer to a fire?
Linda, thank you for your poem.
Wow, Linda, this poem goes from one magical image to the next. of course, I love all those different ways to have a day, as others have mentioned too. But everything! sandcastles, hatchings tapping closer, fire warming the surf. Just wow!
Margaret’s treasure and Linda’s panhandle delicacy bring back to my days on Long Island’s beaches. Thanks to Leigh Anne for the gorgeous photo.
sunset spreads like golden wings
across shores’ rippling waters
nature shares its evening gift
love story unfolds
©CV, 2021
Ooh, Carol, I love your simile “sunset spreads like golden wings.” That line invited me and hooked me. “Evening gift” and “love story unfolds” are beautiful and lyrical metaphors. I want to know what happens next. Thank you for your love story.
Love the “golden wings” simile, a beautiful image.
Yes, I too just wrapped myself in those golden wings and wrote my poem. Such a beautiful thought and then the rippling and unfolding…so lovely.
Margaret, yes, sea shells have always been treasure to my girls and me. Thank you for the joy of your beautiful poem and Leigh Anne’s beautiful beach photo bringing me back to Cape Cod with my family. Here’s my cinquain:
Cape Cod
fishing
at sunrise in
fizzing waves, salty grins
dig sandcastles for hermit crabs
mermaids
Gail Aldous July 2021
This poem is reminiscent of beach days, fishing, digging, pretending…
Thank you, I’m glad it brought memories to you. How I adore pretending. You must have fun pretending with your grandsons.
Gail, you have surely expressed the joy of beach days. So much wonderful activity in your poem. My mind went back to my own childhood, and my daughters’ too–where, with their bodies buried, their mermaid tales were fashioned from washed ashore kelp.
Thank you, Denise. I’m happy my poem brought you memories. How I love little girls pretending they’re mermaids! I can see the images of your girls, thank you. Now, you have an idea for another poem.
Gail, while I do not fish, I can definitely see the image you created. fizzing waves-nice touch!
Margaret, your poem made me look at the people in the photo in a new way. Imagining the stories. That golden sunshine is mesmerizing
Heaven had to open that cleft in the sky
This day, so precious–though it tried–
couldn’t hold all the fullness of joy inside
Nice rhymes, Denise, as well as personification of the day. “Cleft” is an interesting word choice descriptive of the image.
Denise, your poem is beautiful. I love the image of “Heaven had to open that cleft in the sky.” Cleft is a great word choice. Gosh, I love the personification and image of precious day “couldn’t hold all the joy inside”! Great rhyme, too. Thank you, you have brought me joy.
Denise, this poem could be one for Spiritual Journey Thursday with the insertion of heaven and fullness of joy!
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