17th January 2021
The waves toss themselves against the shore
Clutch and tear at anything there
Tumble the stones
Wrench at the shells
Batter the rocks
Like a starving child with fingers that grasp
Edible, inedible, what does it matter
Every last mark those waves must erase
Footprints of bird
Of man, woman, child and dog
Until all is planed to a primordial plain
The strand walker walking there
Looks at the pristine sand and wonders
How to leave a mark on this world
When the waves always wash it away
88 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Pristine
crispina kemp 
What a beautiful haunting piece , I love how you use the imagery of the sea to explore themes of impermanence, time and our desire for legacy🩷
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As I’ve just said to Nancy, these are the thoughts that do haunt my mind as I walk the shore. They’ve been the inspiration of several poems. It can’t be helped when you watch it in action
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Yes I know what you mean never fails🩷
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Beautifully written, Crisp!
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It’s something that often plays in my mind when I’m walking on a newly scoured shore–which with where I live, isn’t that infrequent
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Thank you, Nancy. From the soul.
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Gorgeous visual verse!
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Thank you, Violet 🥰🥰🥰
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I live this a lot
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Thank you, Wolfgang 💙😎
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My pleasure dear Crispina
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It really paints a picture, love this. And reflects my own thoughts about the sea too.
The first thing that came to mind was Stephen Spender’s “Seascape”.
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Thank you, Jess 🥰🥰🥰
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