Beachcombing by Neetu Malik

March 26, 2020 by in category Poet's Day by Neetu Malik tagged as , , with 4 and 0
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Pebbles and seashells
wash up 
on my shore—
I gather them,

string them on lines
in colors and patterns
that come to mind,

pin them to the sky
with golden clasps
and make rainbows
when the rain is gone.
 
© Neetu Malik

Author Bio
Author Bio
Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
  • Beachcombing by Neetu Malik
    Pebbles and seashells wash up  on my shore— I gather them, string them on lines in colors and patterns that come to mind, pin them to the sky with golden clasps and make rainbows when the rain is gone.   © Neetu Malik
  • Forsythia Blooms by Neetu Malik
    Pebbles and seashells wash up  on my shore— I gather them, string them on lines in colors and patterns that come to mind, pin them to the sky with golden clasps and make rainbows when the rain is gone.   © Neetu Malik
  • Abyss by Neetu Malik
    Pebbles and seashells wash up  on my shore— I gather them, string them on lines in colors and patterns that come to mind, pin them to the sky with golden clasps and make rainbows when the rain is gone.   © Neetu Malik
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    wind whistles
    in the distance
    where desert sands
    meet the sky

  • Horizon by Neetu
    Pebbles and seashells wash up  on my shore— I gather them, string them on lines in colors and patterns that come to mind, pin them to the sky with golden clasps and make rainbows when the rain is gone.   © Neetu Malik
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Born in India, Neetu has lived in Austria, England, and Canada before settling in the Eastern USA in 1994. Neetu’s eclectic work reflects her diverse background as she explores the joy and darkness of the human condition in poems and stories noteworthy for their intensity in brief span. Her poetry is published in journals and Anthologies from Australia, USA, UK, and India. Her poem, “Soaring Flames”, was awarded First-Place by the NY Literary Magazine (2017). She has also been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, 2019 for her poem “Sacred Figs” published by Kallisto Gaia Press in their Ocotillo Review in May, 2018.
  • Katrina says:

    I love beachcombing. Your final stanza shows beautifully the fragile rays of hope you can harness. (It also reminds me of a quotation from Aristotle, who was ‘gathering the meanings of things’.)

  • Ernest Clemons says:

    Hey Neetu, I grew up less than an hour away from the Grand Strand of the Southeast US (Pawley’s Island & Litchfield Beach) and have so many wonderful memories. One of my favorite memories is searching for sand dollars and shark’s teeth in the surf with my daughter. Thanks for posting.

  • Neetu says:

    The memories are precious, Ernest. The sea offers up its secrets to us. The finds are like the memories, a treasure. Thank you for reading and sharing your memory!

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