I’m celebrating National Poetry Month by writing and reading poetry, every day. My poetry project is grows out of a list of things that make me happy. I made this list on the 30th of March.
I decided to try a golden shovel poem for the twenty-first idea on my list, finding sea glass.
Salty and fresh waters can mine one
discarded bottle into gemstones. Evidence of man’s
presence over hundreds of years, the tumbled trash
become frosted. Collected. Set in bracelets. The jewel is
placed in a jar, on a shelf, and admired. Serving another
human need. Beauty. The joy of the find honors man’s
time spent scouring for pink and blue treasure.