A day at the Beach. A ‘Storetry’ Collaboration with my Word Press community. Stuff It Tuesdays with the Mrs. Join in!

May 7, 2013

Welcome to our first Stuff it Tuesday Collaboration!  It was fun to see all of the writing and poems that people came up with and even more fun trying to make it into a fluid ‘storetry’.  Quite the challenge.  I had all of the entries laid out on my floor last night along with a glass of wine.  There are so many talented people in our Word Press community.

I decided to add each persons blog link underneath their entry.  This seemed to be the best way to keep track of each entry, so as you read, read past the links and then you can go back and check out people’s blogs when you have finished the ‘storetry’.  I want to give a shout out to Valerie.  She missed the deadline but also submitted this image so I included.  I apologize for having to refuse some submissions.   I had to set a time line so that I had time to put this all together.  I hope you all understand and that you will contribute to next weeks ‘storetry’ which you will find at the end of this weeks collaboration.

I really hope you enjoy the collaboration.

Alright, enough from me.  Happy reading.

A day at the beach with Word Press

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I have so many fond memories of days at the beach, packing up the car and spending days in the sun.  I love being surrounded by the sand, water and the warm wind.  But let me tell you I have many a story about my times at the beach!

My kite,  my kite a flight in the sky

Flows on the wind as I sigh

Without much of a care.  A wrist fall

Kite in thrall, unaware

It’s doom evident

In abundance of sand and sediment

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Take for instance when Dillon became ill

And walking became a bitter pill

but still we went and sort of frolicked

Old familiar games, of fetch and throw

Until at last, it was time to go

How much I loved him you’ll never know

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Fair brown hair in curling coils, tease the slightest breeze,

sweep a brow free of woe in Sunday bliss beside the sea.

Water’s blue and cresting swell foams white upon the beach,

with sneaking spread of bubbles pulls untended toys from reach.

Treasures spied by youthful eyes collected into piles,

but riches of this day are mine in every wondrous smile.

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…I set my beach tent away from the crowds

sitting down to enjoy the waves and clouds.

Salt filled the air and seagulls cried,

the warmth of the sun made me feel so alive.

A curious sound got me up on my feet….

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The beach is a unique place in that the allure of the sand and surf attracts people from almost every single walk of life.  Here in the shadow of endless sea and sky every man and woman is equal, each of us a tiny part of a much larger whole.  The lady of the sea with her fragrant mist and comforting embrace is a siren few can ignore I am but one of many who for centuries have come here to answer her call.  So engrossed in her beauty I had been that I barely noticed a kindred spirit, in more ways than I could ever imagine, also falling victim to her charms.

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Last summer in search of a new sunbathing (some times sun baking) spot, I saw a man resting on the sand, eyes fixated on a tree.  I blinked twice as the man stood taller than the trees while he reached for a cluster of grapes.  He must have noticed me, for after releasing the cluster from the branch, he turned to me and offered me half.  It was during that summer I first tried sea grapes and was amused with the taste.

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But not all are filled with fondness,some are filled with dread.Like the day I met him on the beach, with his steely glance,

 He pulled me through my door into his world and force me to fight my addiction, and I took my chance.

Together we fought, and beat the demon together.Then Ka led us to her door and I found love, and together we welcomed romance,

 I hope they made it, after I moved on, and he reached his damn tower and stood in the roses and made his victory stance.

Ka is a wheel, with so many fond memories- gods how I miss them, and his warnings never to forget my fathers face.

 

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It was my 25^th birthday that I received the perfect gift. My guy and I had evening reservations for dinner, but he suggested a quick moonlit stroll on the beach where we first met. It was a romantic idea, so I didn’t think twice about it. I remember how the stars sparkled, and the sound of the ocean as it washed ashore. I remember we approached familiar faces—our family. But, most of all, I recall how he abruptly knelt and exposed a gorgeous ring as he proposed, and how we both laughed and cried when I said yes!

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a trip never taken… imagined scenes replay

fingers interwoven, feet press between mine, lapped by the surf,

emulsion of saline and sand ripples fluid like piano keys… washing over our toes,

We watch the afternoon rain, inset like spoons, recessed between cold sheets…

Even though the trip was never taken,

It feels real…it lives in my memory…

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With the sun on my face,

And breeze in my hair,

Buds in my ears,

Without a care,

The waves roll in,

Umbrellas sway,

With each crashing sound,

I feel stress wash away.

 

A coconut lands, thud on the ground,

Barely missing my head, big, fuzzy and round,

He picks it up and hands it to me,

My heart skipped a beat… could this be?

 

Our eyes stayed connected, his eyes and mine,

We’d be husband and wife in a matter of time.

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I remember that night you held my hand,
As we talked atop the sand;
You offered me your love and heart,
The kind of love that doesn’t part.

That fateful night up on the beach,
Taught me love wasn’t out of reach.

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Such as it was when you were with me, lay by my side, sand upon our backs, water playing with of toes the sun above us in a sky of pure azure. Such bliss as was and ever will be, ever the sun upon my face, the cry of a distant gull, do I travel in mind and spirit back to that day, that moment when only we together and the beach did so exist in splendid isolation, nothing else mattered, I kissed you then, the first time, unstealable memory.

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Could you see what fun there was to be had, creating worlds from sand, detailing lives from my own vision?  How about challenging the sea and being swept away in the culmination of millions and millions of years of tears of our Mother’s joy, cradling me and tossing me to and fro?  And what of just lying there upon the shore and staring into the face of forever, wondering at the immensity of horizon and sky and everything, rapt in the unknowable meaning and beauty of it all, and content know my place was just to Be?

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So you see why the beach is such a wonderful place,

 Filled with memories that I would never replace.

 Moments in time where the sun beams dance

 Times of my life,

 When I took a chance.

In loving memory of

DILLON, PASSED AWAY ON 12/02/13 AGE 15

He was Geraldine’s beloved pet and friend

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Wasn’t that great? I thought it worked out quite nicely!

Now for next weeks Stuff it Tuesday Collaboration.  Once again please submit poems, writings and photos to writingsofamrs@outlook.com with Stuff it Poem, Stuff it paragraph or Stuff it Photo in the subject line.  Try to make it able to flow with whatever could come before or after your entry.  5 sentences or 6 line verse.  Submissions must be received by 4:00pm eastern time by the Monday before the Stuff it Tuesday.  I don’t play favorites I use all submission given before the the time cut off.  Good luck with this weeks challenge.

He ran across the road full speed, without taking notice of the cars swerving to avoid him, honking and yelling as he ran off.  I can’t imagine what was running through his mind as he fled so fast but it must have been urgent.

Time is a precious gift

Time best spent wisely

Be sure you have all of the supplies

Or it could lead to your untimely demise.

NOW STUFF IT PEOPLE!!

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Written by Jennifer Writings of a (n Ex) Mrs Posted in Blogging, photos, Poetry, STUFF IT TUESDAY, writing Tagged with beach, Collaboration, poem, poetry, stuffit, tuesday, WordPress, Writing