On such a day, to be beside the sea,
immersed in seafoam rolling up the shore,
and no one walking on the strand, just me,
inhaling nature’s power, nothing more.
Along the coast, the turnstones dip their beaks
into seaweed, fish bones and broken shells;
like Sisyphus, they push and shove and tweak
at pebbles brought in on the ocean’s swell.
I’m not a scamperer on windswept sand,
my skin is freckled and I’ve aching bones;
I’m just a poet with my pen in hand,
imagining I’m turning words like stones.
Today, I’d love to be beside the sea,
a turnstone sonnet to keep me company.
Kim M. Russell, 26th April 2025
On the 26th day of NaPoWriMo, the daily resource is the online collection of Spain’s Reina Sofia Museum, and the optional prompt is to write sonnets.
writing in north norfolk 
Excellent!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Ken!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Whoaaa…i love this 🫶🫶🫶
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Mich!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful, Kim! I’d love to be there, too.
“Today, I’d love to be beside the sea,
a turnstone sonnet to keep me company.”
LikeLiked by 1 person
We can meet on a virtual beach, Merril.
LikeLiked by 1 person
💙
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh my. We share a happy place. Love your sonnet. The being at the beach part! Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for reading and commenting, Selma,
LikeLike
Wonderful image of turning words like stones. And I can hear the sea in the sound pattern!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much, Romana!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely imagery.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, Jan,
LikeLike
Don’t ever let those aching bones stop you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ll try not to, Nolcha!
LikeLike