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Reflections

Thousands of shards
Glass worn smooth
By the passage
Of time
Washed up in sand
Many colors
Reflecting the sun
As I walk by
Once long ago
Part of something
Whole
Thousands of nights
Dreams come true
As only dreams
Make believe
What was real
Once long ago
Coming true
Under the stars
Old
Thousands of days
My body
Makes restless
Steady as hope
Awake
Swept up
Into dust
Tiny speckles
Made solid into
Gold
Thousands of flames
Burning into ash
Rising from fire
Lighter than air
I see them glow
And sparkle
A brief moment
Flying up then
Falling back down
Cold
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Posted: Jun 2019
About this poem:
Life has so many tiny pieces scattered all around us......

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salamuna
Beautiful write Yankee. sometimes it takes all life to collect all these little pieces around us. thanks for sharing your poem with us.Lilly applause
niah9online today!
Thought provoking poem Yankee......a pleasure to read.....thank you for sharing....Kathywave
madtat29
I have heard of glass beaches full of polished glass shards...but sadly have never seen one in person...colorful imagery... handshake
EXRED
Yep great I too make up stories of those shiny pieces, even collect for craft days applause applause
GingerGee
Wonderfully written.applause
Yankee4youonline today!
Lilly, there is beauty that exists...... that just awaits its discovery.....hug
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Madtat,

Sometime when skin diving along stretches of coastline I will find globs of very old melted glass, some primitive means of recycling as these molten blocks were returned when supplies were delivered to the old dock landings. Virtually everything was transported over water and through canals.
Yankee4youonline today!
Hi Kathy, Glad you checked it out..... thanks !
Yankee4youonline today!
Red, I used to give the kids money for finding me colored glass when I took them to the beaches swimming. Sometimes we would come home with half a mason jar full of seaglass and little pockets full of coins!! dancing
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Thank you Ginger....
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