On Pebble Beach
Every few waves and the undertow rumbles
the boulders over each other and then the next
bowls them back to the beach –
percussive, rounded shoulders
some head-sized, some heart
wearing each other down.
The undertow of our words
rolling so easily
shushing and plosive.
Listen, you said,
(and I listened to the brief beach music)
after an hour of that
a body would be bruised beyond
(Sometimes I hear my voice and wonder
if it is really me speaking.)
Catherine Bateson, 2013
Oh dear, not the best photo, I'm afraid. You get to this beach via the longest boardwalk I have ever been on. On the other side of the ridge, four surfers caught waves, neatly avoiding the rocks, even when they came back into shore. They must surf there often to know the safe ways in.
Now that you've caught the sun and salt, take a mosey on over to the Tuesday Poetry Blog by clicking here to read a classic New Zealand rugby poem, 'The All Blacks' - check out the photos, too. From the hub, visit other Tuesday poems and have a lyrical week.
If you want a poetry writing exercise, think about a place you've visited and - working from something about that place - use it to explore some element of a relationship.