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SANDY FLIP FLOPS
A treasure, the sand between my toes;
Washed from my flip flops, with a length of hose;
Such fun days, pearled in sea shells on the beach,
And other such like ones, hoarded within my reach;
Rocks to climb, mountains steep to gaze,
while frangipani redden, beneath the sun rays;
I treasure such memories of youth.
sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empty bags for trash
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sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empties now trash bags
--gillena cox
Revisit
pile up
garbage
taste of
Lovely words. Flip flops are fun to wear on the beach.
ReplyDeleteYes, trash and treasure within your reach and our hearts. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Hazel
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Thanks for dropping in Alan
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Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the glimpse into your memories of youth, Gillena, not least because they sound so exotic to me who come from a place where you hardly wear flip flops because the weather is too cool.
ReplyDeleteThank you Danesh
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Thanks for your appreciation Gabriella
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I like your memories of the beach. A treasure for your mind. Nice writing.
ReplyDeleteI'm just back from the first part of my summer holidays...and I spent them almost entirely in flip-flops... great times, and you bring them back to me :) (Now I'm back at work wearing normal shoes)
ReplyDeleteYes sand so casually washed away is indeed part of a treasured memory. Thank you for visiting my blog.
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Happy you dropped in Frieda
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Thanks for your appreciation Peggy
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Our memories of youth are indeed a treasure. Interesting how everyday objects/places can trigger our memory and whole concatenation of images and remembrances are brought into our mind. Lovely write, Gillena.
ReplyDeleteYes, memories are treasures.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful beach scene and splendid haiku!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful capture with a lovely cadence. Wonderful writing, Gillena.
ReplyDeletethank you Gillena for sharing this treasure with us...love the haiku set :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Nicholas
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Happy you dropped in Laurie
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Thanks Rallentanda
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Thanks Wendy
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Thanks for your appreciation Sumana
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the sand between my feet... the shells from the beach .. all treasured for a while and later discarded!! beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice memory! I can relate...Thanks, Gillena!
ReplyDeleteWonderful memories.
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the hot sand
on one foot
Adelaide
I loved the childhood memories poem, but I also liked the two renditions of the bags, from carrying treasures to bags now carrying trash.
ReplyDeleteI love poems about childhood memories. And sand between the toes, I think, is a very special one. I had to look up 'frangipani,' as I hadn't heard that word. But when I found out it was also called plumeria, I KNEW what you were talking about - as I have seen plumeria in Hawaii & love them. Always keep your memories of youth, Gillena, and keep preserving them with poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Arushi
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Happy you stopped by Humbird
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Nice; thank you for sharing Adelaide
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Thank you for your appreciation Mary
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Flip flops and the beach...a time to be treasured! Nice one Gillena.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Gillena! I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletethat's a nice treasure of youth..loved this one a lot:)
ReplyDeleteThank you PL
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Thanks Minerva
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happy you stopped by Arathi
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Thank you for your appreciation Donna
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Beautiful memories.
ReplyDeleteHappy you dropped in Gail
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