Driftwood

 

Driftwood

Driftwood (Photo credit: NoJuan)

DRIFTWOOD

Driftwood triggers thoughts and feelings I can’t quite explain. Like a foggy dream that won’t come into focus; pieces of a puzzle I cannot connect. Memories of dad drift in and out of my mind – of us walking the shore…searching. He would toss chunk after chunk of wood back to the ground. Not quite right. Was I too young to ask the question? Or, to understand the answer?

drifting along
exposed to the elements
shapes who we are

2013-07-28
P. Wanken

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 28: Driftwood.

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7 comments

  1. Very nice. We always love the driftwood along Lake Superior & the Great Lakes. It feels so filled with history. We have found old pieces of shipwreck, with hardware, too.

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  2. Driftwood is kind of mystical–my mom loved to rummage around on the beach–I always loved that soft weathered feel of it–it could be so smooth it looked like a stone. Those last three lines are fantastic!

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