Categories: Nature
Rounded cusps along the beach
Each harbouring tiny pebbles
Pretty, smooth, wave=formed
Resting gently on the sand
God-made.
On the cusp ridge
Thrown high with the tide
Jetsam, rugged, battered
Ugly grotesque shapes
Man-made.
Huddled together
Amongst the seaweed
Shells-different sizes, types
Empty, discarded
But still attractive
I select a few
Maybe they can be transformed
Into something new.
