Galveston Island, Texas is my soul's safehaven. Most of my poetry is written there, sitting on the jetty, watching the sun rise. Although I have taken many photos to create my "photo-poetry," I have not yet achieved a photo of the beach that satisfies me. Until that day, I have compiled a number of my beach poems on this page.
the shell on the beach -
so beautiful
so perfect...until you pick it up to see
the battlescars
and wounds.
and we are the same -
hiding our scars and wounds beneath us.
there are those who pick up the perfect shells...
they feel disgust at the sight of the damage -
and throw the flawed into the crashing waves.
and there are those who are struck by features of beauty...
and they treasure the nobility of the scars.
and we are the same -
embrasing some, rejecting others.and ever waiting for one who can see
our features of beauty...
and the nobility of our scars.
- fdendy 2/24/96
We make our little plans and dreams,
and the tide reels us in -
To where we belong.
~ fdendy 4/8/95
There are constants in the world.
~ the roaring wind from the ocean;
There are constants in the world.
~ the relentless waves crashing to the shore;
~ the glowing sunrise in the dawn.
~ the morning seagulls scanning the tide;
There are constants in the world.
~ the movement of clouds crossing the sky;
~ and my cyclical movement into light and dark times.
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