Here at the beach,
I'm having fun,
playing my trumpet,
watching crabs run.
Waves crashing,
a gentle sea breeze,
monkeys screeching
from tall palm trees.
You're collecting seashells
in a sandy pail
you stop and listen
to my trumpet wail.
I couldn't think of what to write today, so I opened a book--HOW TO VOID MAKING ART (or Anything Else You Enjoy) written by Julia Cameron with illustrations by her sister Elizabeth Cameron. Jeremy P. Tarcher/Penguin, 2005. The page I randomly opened to had this caption, "Under no circumstances make any art just for fun." You can guess what the picture looked like from my poem. What kind of art do you like doing? Do you ever write poems just for fun? That is your challenge for today--write a poem just for fun. Enjoy the journey.
Watching crabs run along the beach sounds like a real treat.
ReplyDeleteThanks Linda. I have spent a good part of my beach time watching crabs run. Once in Fiji, the locals did not harm the flora or fauna, so the open air restaurant we ate breakfast in had crabs dashing across the floor. The wait staff would shoo them out, or put them on a menu to dash outside and dump them, or simply ignore the crabs. I had to be careful that morning because the birds liked to come sit by my plate and grab bites for their own breakfast.
DeleteThat's great. Playing a trumpet at the beach. Love it. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteMusic at the beach always travels wider on the moist air. I heard a woman play harp at the beach once, actually from a covered picnic shelter. Oh, it was beautiful.Crashing waves and harp strings, a lovely combination.
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