Tidelines
The water laps from shore to shore,
From India to Ecuador,
bringing precious things and more—
dried starfish and an apple core,
a never-ending seashell store.
The water laps up ever higher.
The ocean wave will not expire.
Tide on tide, it does not tire,
topples chair, douses campfire,
to the wind’s insistent choir,
The water laps around my feet
in the day’s insistent heat,
always destined to repeat,
to the moon’s consistent beat,
this constant rising from its seat.
The water laps against the dock.
Listen to its constant knock,
testing the seawall, block on block,
undiminished by the tock
of nature’s ever-ticking clock.
The water laps by halves and thirds
against the sides of ships and birds.
All its shores it scours, then girds,
undetained by poets’ words.
To stop the sea? it is absurd!
For NaPoWriMo’s “repetition poem” prompt.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
You’ve caught the rhythm of tides quite effectively. I really like this one!
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Thanks, Maggie.
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Beachcombing, fun, not holding a crab though, not me
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Ha. It was held so the pinchers couldn’t reach any flesh.
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A lovely gallery with an excellent poem
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This is a great poem and I love the photographs.
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Thanks, Robert.
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Poignant photos and a lovely, evocative poem.
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Thanks, Carol.
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I love this — to stop the sea is absurd!
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Great rhythm in this one, to match the waves. What an eclectic collection of photos! From dead seahorses to dead pineapple drinks to dead Coke bottles to dead birds. The sea coughs up just about anything and everything.
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Never know what you’ll find – love it!
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