Charles Pierre poem:
Jeweler
The thoughtless toss
of all those bottles
from cruising ships
leaves miles of dross
for the gritty surf,
which polishes chips
of the tinted glass,
and casts onshore
its luminous mix.
EVA CASSIDY From her album. Songbird
Charles Pierre says, “I’m sure that numerous folks in the Grove have spent hours searching the shoreline for beautiful pieces of beach glass. Here’s a poem for all of them.”
Eileen says that seaglass is hard to find in Ocean Grove. It takes 50-100 years for a piece of seaglass to evolve.
Paul says, “This photo of the seaglass with tiny seashore treasures was done with lamp light. We tried to keep the light down to show some details like the big shell and also to fully saturate the colors. The other challenge to keep it all in sharp focus.
And Charles, thank you for your marvelous poetry. I know that many Grovers appreciate you. I consider you to be a digital-poet-in-residence at Blogfinger University by the Sea. You are a 3-hyphen member of our faculty.