Today is quadrille Monday at the poets pub where Lillian calls for “silence”.
twilight walks along beach as
wild breakers come crashing in
unpredictable, yet regular rhythm.
out-loud ocean overpowers, while
leaving salty foam, capsized shells,
strands of seaweed in its wake.
distant stars silently appear,
blinking at watery tempest below;
can anyone hear their celestial song?
a poem in my pocket 
Mar 28, 2026 @ 12:55:11
Beautiful poem, Lynn!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Mar 30, 2026 @ 10:49:01
Thank you, Yvette…I’m glad you liked it!
Mar 24, 2026 @ 19:47:01
What a wonderful experience you’ve (re-) created for us.
Mar 25, 2026 @ 11:42:24
Thanks, Rosemary…the ocean is impressive but also to imagine the “music of the spheres”!
Mar 24, 2026 @ 10:55:13
Love the imagery in your poem. We’ve spent two weeks every year for the past 25 years in Provincetown, right on the tip of Cape Cod. The place we rented was right on the water. At high tide, the water climbed the stairs that led to our deck. I can appreciate so much what you’ve written here! THe imagery throughout is wonderful and I am especially smitten with the final stanza. Thanks so much for posting to the prompt!
Mar 24, 2026 @ 14:39:59
Thank you for the prompt, Lillian, and your welcome comments here. How blessed to spend time at the shore! We recently traveled to Texas and spent one day on the beach at Galveston. Living “landlocked” in Iowa, I am mesmerized by rare visits to the ocean.
Mar 24, 2026 @ 09:29:44
I love your ending! Reminds me of the tree falling in the forest with no one around!
Mar 24, 2026 @ 14:41:22
Yes, that’s the idea 🙂 I’m sure the stars make music…that only God hears!
Mar 24, 2026 @ 17:49:53
And booms!! :>)
Mar 25, 2026 @ 11:41:19
Ha,ha, yes…when they explode/implode 😉