Waiting for the Tide of Inspiration 
syllables dancing in the spray
words rolling in grains of sand
antonyms hiding in fronds of kelp
synonyms twisted in shining alginates
will the wind release the rhymes
sonnets to soar above the waves
or leave them tangled in flotsam
poetic debris, drowned doggerel
Croft Garden 
or will the waves wash the words way beyond our reach….?
In the case of my doggerel one would hope so!
You have such very beautiful beaches.
I live by the ocean so I would agree about it’s power to inspire and pull from even very ordinary people great inspiration.
Elizabeth you are welcome to walk on my beach any day, but I’d wait until this afternoon when the mist lifts.
Having been land-locked for most of my life, living by the sea is a constant joy.
I don’t see you as a McGonagall though, Christine 😉
A life by the sea must be so inspiring. You have created one of my most favored blogs.
Thank you Mario for such kind words.
🙂 Ok I’ll stick to prose and make the poetry muse redundant!
Oh no! You misunderstand (or are you teasing?)! I was praising your poetry (I thought) by rating it far above McGonagall and his doggerel!
>:)