
One Perfectly Round Ear
Locked between his headphones
the scraggly haired beachcomber
scours the beach with his detector
its one perfectly round ear
listening to talk-back from the sand
music to his ears :
dollar coins , gold ear rings
or bottle tops , tin cans —
relics of summerβs empire .
On and on he goes
in his hand a miniature red spade
and a blue bucket of hope
- pic courtesy of Wiki Commons
yay, your beachcomber post! glad to see it
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thanks, Beth; it’s a happy little poem; it’s good to give it an airing again π
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Nice finale!
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why, thank you; good to hear from you —
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A new phenomenon to me, very interesting and interestingly put!
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ahh yes; you see beachcombers most often after a hot spell when the families make their way home from the beach, leaving some valuables inadvertently behind: coins, rings, bracelets which the metal detector finds before the tide sweeps in; some make a tidy haul π
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I like this one John. Quietly perky. And I like the title too.
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I like your description: ‘quietly perky’ ; that’s a new one; thanks π
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Love the ending. I’ve always wanted to give that a try, beachcomber. Seems relaxing.
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yes, I nailed the ending, Bob; the poem will be a fitting end-piece to a chapbook on cancer; if I get enough good poems —
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Now that’s optimism. Whatever keeps him going. π
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I love that ‘blue bucket of Hope’ π
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β€οΈ I love the whimsy of your poetry, John.
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hahaha; occasionally I get it right π
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Hope at the end of a stick. Great one, John
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Lol; thanks Ulle π
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Love the lines “talk-back from the sand” and “blue bucket of hope.” Such a great poem.
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one from the archives; still proud of it π
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