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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
*
sorting groceries
the crumple of plastic -
empties now trash bags
--gillena cox
Revisit
pile up
garbage
taste of
42 comments:
Lovely words. Flip flops are fun to wear on the beach.
Yes, trash and treasure within your reach and our hearts. Very nice.
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Thanks for dropping in Alan
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Very nice :)
I 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.
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I like your memories of the beach. A treasure for your mind. Nice writing.
I'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)
Yes sand so casually washed away is indeed part of a treasured memory. Thank you for visiting my blog.
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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.
Yes, memories are treasures.
Beautiful beach scene and splendid haiku!
Beautiful capture with a lovely cadence. Wonderful writing, Gillena.
thank you Gillena for sharing this treasure with us...love the haiku set :)
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the sand between my feet... the shells from the beach .. all treasured for a while and later discarded!! beautiful!
What a nice memory! I can relate...Thanks, Gillena!
Wonderful memories.
broken flip-flop
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.
I 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.
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Nice; thank you for sharing Adelaide
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Flip flops and the beach...a time to be treasured! Nice one Gillena.
Lovely poem, Gillena! I really enjoyed it.
that's a nice treasure of youth..loved this one a lot:)
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happy you stopped by Arathi
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Beautiful memories.
Happy you dropped in Gail
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