thank you:) I love that beach and look forward to similar days when our first granddaughter is finally here! Many of us women do feel great tenderness's for all the good men who carry the stigmata of all the power abuses. We love you and need you. As do the children. XX
Oh wow! You’ll adore this nearly-formed granddaughter…. Exquisite stuff these passing on DNA-based women’s stories when she’s old enough. Hope we can lunch together to celebrate soon! Xx
It’s beautiful news and Yes please! Let’s share food and conversation soon:) p.s I’m going back to Paris in September. To write and wander. I thought that time was done but….
There is an outside chance we could meet you there. We are trying to arrange a trip back to Ireland and on our visits to Europe we have always flown in and out via Paris. Over the past week I have been looking at flights for a series of possible dates around August/September.....
How marvelous it is to spend this time with them, Dave. The wee one is beyond lovely. All of this must be what some Christians claim, that prayer is a refreshment. Your poem is a prayer of the highest order, praise of the moment, the timeless, all the love. Your poem is a refreshment--I feel refreshed and awakened by it. (and I'm soon for bed!) Marvelous.
Like most parents, probably, I worry about the things I did badly, or failed to do at all, but I love my children with all my heart, and now my grandchildren too....
Beach Magic is wonderful, heartfelt and uplifting on a day, a week, a month, even years of one awful thing after another. This piece takes me away from all the cares of the world and reminds me of what is important. Wonderful stuff, as ever, David. Celebrating our humanity on a beach. Wow.
So so beautiful. Sigh. A perfect beach, she says from behind her freezing-rain-spattered window, recalling her own carefree childhood days on the wild sands beside the Atlantic Ocean. Magic indeed.
Beach castles moats filled with water to cross into sanctuary. Protection from the winds roar. Women’s Day to be celebrated. Children grow so quickly. Life is precious. A missile writes a track record across sky. Like an arrow. We know not where it will land, if only they were Cupid darts and love was exploded. Instead the sand castles fall. Waves recall those turrets built. Time turns little hand and foot prints are washed. Light a candle. Celebrate love, life, joy while the world continues to change in the year of the flaming horse.
Happy Women's Day, Dave. You are ever so gentlemanly and graceful in navigating sensitive subjects.
Love the poem especially about the sea salt bit gathering at the bottom of a hole on the beach. I didn't know that although I have visited the beach a couple of times in my life. But I never dug a sand hole.
Ah my friend..... I send my thanks. I also think of the times I have failed to see or know things I should have seen or known.
I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I know the sea is a subject you love...
The sand hole! To explain (hopefully not "mansplaining" here)..... On a reasonably flat sandy beach, if you are not too far above the current level of the waves, you can be sitting on hot dry sand but when you dig a hole you reach the current level of the sea. At that point you reach damp sand and if you go deeper, the seawater seeps in - quite rapidly - and starts to dissolve the walls of the hole. It is as if the sand liquefies, and the base of the hole becomes a pool of sand mixed with water, which slowly expands outwards as the walls of the hole are undermined.
Fun to see, and it does feel like magic. It also gives you a source of wet sand to play with...
thank you:) I love that beach and look forward to similar days when our first granddaughter is finally here! Many of us women do feel great tenderness's for all the good men who carry the stigmata of all the power abuses. We love you and need you. As do the children. XX
Thank you dear Bernadette. The world can be a better place. It will take effort. I hope all goes well for your first Granddaughter.
Love from us
D & M
Oh wow! You’ll adore this nearly-formed granddaughter…. Exquisite stuff these passing on DNA-based women’s stories when she’s old enough. Hope we can lunch together to celebrate soon! Xx
It’s beautiful news and Yes please! Let’s share food and conversation soon:) p.s I’m going back to Paris in September. To write and wander. I thought that time was done but….
Hi Bernadette
There is an outside chance we could meet you there. We are trying to arrange a trip back to Ireland and on our visits to Europe we have always flown in and out via Paris. Over the past week I have been looking at flights for a series of possible dates around August/September.....
That’s a magical thougt. I’m in Paris 3 weeks 5th sept to 28th, I’d love to share time with you guys in such a place:) x
Wonderful. I smelt the sea & felt the sand. 👏👏🙏
Oh! Dear Stephanie - you just brought sunlight back into my dusk. Thank you!
D : )
How marvelous it is to spend this time with them, Dave. The wee one is beyond lovely. All of this must be what some Christians claim, that prayer is a refreshment. Your poem is a prayer of the highest order, praise of the moment, the timeless, all the love. Your poem is a refreshment--I feel refreshed and awakened by it. (and I'm soon for bed!) Marvelous.
Oh you wonderful human being.....
Thank you my friend.
Like most parents, probably, I worry about the things I did badly, or failed to do at all, but I love my children with all my heart, and now my grandchildren too....
Thank you!
D
Dave this is a beautiful gift of words and images for your children and grandchildren. Magic moments ✨
Thank you my friend....
D :)
Beach Magic is wonderful, heartfelt and uplifting on a day, a week, a month, even years of one awful thing after another. This piece takes me away from all the cares of the world and reminds me of what is important. Wonderful stuff, as ever, David. Celebrating our humanity on a beach. Wow.
So so beautiful. Sigh. A perfect beach, she says from behind her freezing-rain-spattered window, recalling her own carefree childhood days on the wild sands beside the Atlantic Ocean. Magic indeed.
Hey dar Susan
Thanks mate. Beach memories are like shiny gorgeous shells. You can pull them out on cold rainy days and feel warm again.
I hope you find the sun soon, my friend.
Best Wishes - Dave
Spring is just around the corner!
Wonderful - thank you David, and thank you Stephanie for inviting me into David’s beautiful poem
Good morning Frances
You are welcome. I write quite a bit of beach and coastal poetry and prose - perhaps because I lived for some years in the desert, far from the sea...
My Poem "Summer Solstice" is the beach poem I am happiest with:
https://davidkirkby.substack.com/p/summer-solstice-2024?r=471m47&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web&showWelcomeOnShare=true
Best Wishes - Dave : )
Lovely poem, David. Love the use of the shape and white space simulating the ebb and flow. Your beach, grandchildren and the photos are beautiful.
Thank you dear Nancy!
Have a wonderful day...
Best Wishes - Dave :)
Beach castles moats filled with water to cross into sanctuary. Protection from the winds roar. Women’s Day to be celebrated. Children grow so quickly. Life is precious. A missile writes a track record across sky. Like an arrow. We know not where it will land, if only they were Cupid darts and love was exploded. Instead the sand castles fall. Waves recall those turrets built. Time turns little hand and foot prints are washed. Light a candle. Celebrate love, life, joy while the world continues to change in the year of the flaming horse.
Ha!!!!
omg.... Yes, dear Richbee. All that!
You just turned my poem into a novel
Best Wishes - Dave :)
“Magic Beach” … we each have our own. Mine is Lorne 💜💚🤍
Happy Women's Day, Dave. You are ever so gentlemanly and graceful in navigating sensitive subjects.
Love the poem especially about the sea salt bit gathering at the bottom of a hole on the beach. I didn't know that although I have visited the beach a couple of times in my life. But I never dug a sand hole.
Thanks for your writing, Dave.
Ah my friend..... I send my thanks. I also think of the times I have failed to see or know things I should have seen or known.
I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. I know the sea is a subject you love...
The sand hole! To explain (hopefully not "mansplaining" here)..... On a reasonably flat sandy beach, if you are not too far above the current level of the waves, you can be sitting on hot dry sand but when you dig a hole you reach the current level of the sea. At that point you reach damp sand and if you go deeper, the seawater seeps in - quite rapidly - and starts to dissolve the walls of the hole. It is as if the sand liquefies, and the base of the hole becomes a pool of sand mixed with water, which slowly expands outwards as the walls of the hole are undermined.
Fun to see, and it does feel like magic. It also gives you a source of wet sand to play with...
D : )
Lorne. Yes!! So beautiful.... the whole coastline there....
The ocean opens us to ourselves and to those we love - the physical and the beyond.
Best Wishes - Dave