I have a small object found on a beach shining across the beach
by the sunlight gleaming down on the small ridge object
Where does this little finger-length come from the beach witch beach
Beneath the sand, it hides waiting to be found by a small child
Whose finger happen to caress upon its ether shining or ridge texture
It washes upon the white blanket that covers the ocean always looking
above to the beautiful sky
Above it, the sharp edges making a new shape within the sand
The object stays hidden begging to be found
Photo by Visha~~AWAY..VERY BUSY
Your poem’s imagery is fantastic! I can really imagine the scene you describe, There are few poems that can make you see things like that. Your line “Above it, the sharp edges making a new shape within the sand
The object stays hidden begging to be found” is very interesting. Good job!
I like how you only have the name of the object in the title. During the poem you kept it hidden, while giving hints of what it was. Even without seeing the title I would have known what is was.