Making Of A Poem Comments

Walking the beach with a friend The tide out, soon to be coming in. Broken shells and cast off detritus A glint of metal catching the sun Gold or false gold; can it be Something lost in the sea. A coin for sure No longer pure Eaten away By the salt's decay Till nothing's left But the pure metal bereft Of impurities from man's Clever mind and hands. Pick it up, for better sight Hold it to the waining light Hoping to catch the image Cast into the coinage What can it be? This casting from the sea. Once clad in German silver An alloy of zinc, nickel and copper, The dissolving zinc took away The coating as on the beach it lay Until only the pure copper blank Remained as the others shrank. Passing it to my friend of the day He examined it and put it away, Into his pocket as if a gift From the sea (and myself) . That day I lost a coin But something more forlorn A friend who in a thoughtless action Became just another ocean casting.

That is a delightful way to write a poem. I love the way you put it, Daniel. Our poems are like our children and we cherish them. Excellent - this poem deserves a '10! ' Warm Wishes, Marilyn