Pebbles

Pebbles

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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On my own...

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Pebbles




In sequence to the singing of common gulls

Wading patiently amongst coastal seaweed

Frothy foam fingers from the washing waves

Pulsate rhythmically upon seashore pebbles


A myriad of diamond star reflections sparkle

And shimmer off wet smooth stone surfaces

As the soft golden rays of a mid-morning sun

Caressingly kiss their faces with tepid touch


Secreted from humankind’s tainted tribulations

Comforting breezes tenderly brush around me

Sharing their autonomous whispered wisdoms

Bathing soul senses with serene reassurances


With silent solitude as my water's edge escort

The magnificence of lone mystical meandering

Along this unblemished shingled passageway

Rouse private embryonic psyche imaginations


Nature in its entire intelligible open masterpiece

Depicting beautiful inherent organic goodness’s

Is intrinsically worth striving after and grasping

And we only have to eavesdrop on our humanity


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© 2020 Phill Oz O'fee


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“Nature in its entire intelligible open masterpiece
Depicting beautiful inherent organic goodness’s
Is intrinsically worth striving after…”
Hi Phill! Yours is an absolutely beautiful and celebratory masterpiece itself. Nature is truly transcendent as you illustrate here. Amazing imagery, flow, language, alliteration. ‘Eavesdropping on our humanity’- yes! Hope you are well. P.S. my dog’s rescue name is Pebbles!

Posted 2 Years Ago


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“Nature in its entire intelligible open masterpiece
Depicting beautiful inherent organic goodness’s
Is intrinsically worth striving after…”
Hi Phill! Yours is an absolutely beautiful and celebratory masterpiece itself. Nature is truly transcendent as you illustrate here. Amazing imagery, flow, language, alliteration. ‘Eavesdropping on our humanity’- yes! Hope you are well. P.S. my dog’s rescue name is Pebbles!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This poem gave me a sense of peace. It reminded me of a wonderful place. The pictures painted with words were superb.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Reading this brought peace and solitude even for just a brief moment...I especially like the title reminds me of my darling cooker springer who now roams in the Garden of Eden waiting for her Momma to come...:)

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Hi Phil. It’s been a while. Hope all is well with you.
The beach is a sanctuary. It’s draws one out and releases what’s in. It’s a place that lulls thoughts with its sound. It is a calming and soothing. A place of great strength and beauty. I love your last verse. Beautifully written.


Posted 4 Years Ago


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Phill Oz O'fee

4 Years Ago

I often return to this 'sanctuary' when I need to clear my thoughts and refresh my spirit ...thank y.. read more
' A myriad of diamond star reflections sparkle - And shimmer off wet smooth stone surfaces - As the soft golden rays of a mid-morning sun - Caressingly kiss their faces with tepid touch.. '

How beautiful that you were and are able to see and feel such glorious gifts. Seems even when thought fluctuate from night to day, the glorious bobs up its head and beckons you look and listen. And you have, Phill, you have. Thank you for sharing what makes one realise that this in a way, is eavesdropping on your humanity.. '

Keep safe, dear friend. Please.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

4 Years Ago

Many thanks dear friend... I always appreciate your warm and gracious reviews.. bless you... :-)
emmajoy

4 Years Ago

' we only have to eavesdrop on our humanity.. '
Was almost there with you Philip, i could close my eyes and see that frothy foam that clings to the seaweed as the tide ebbs and flows. The sea is like life itself, it finds its way and then relents back only to be pushed forward again in the magnetic pull of this great universe of ours. Being stilled by the enormity of it all is awesome ...

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

4 Years Ago

So pleased you liked my share - have a great day... :-)
Stella Armour

4 Years Ago

Hope all is well with you .... long time since we spoke :)
Very special ..a calm and a peace flow through your words...

Take Care...Be Well......................... (((HUGS)))..

....♥

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

4 Years Ago

Thank you my friend for your kind review - bless... :-)
J. J.  Nightingale

4 Years Ago

You are welcome.............♥
I am on the river today Phill, but you transported me to that pebbled beach where the sun was glinting on the wet smooth surfaces. A delight for the senses. Nature is healing, especially when you are grieving and alone. Take care. This is a beautiful piece of crafted poetry. Thank you for sharing it.

Chris

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Phill Oz O'fee

4 Years Ago

Thank you Chris - your kind words are most welcoming right now... bless you... :-)
Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Look after yourself my friend. It is easy to neglect yourself when you are grieving.

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Added on August 18, 2020
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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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