Blue in blue, my tires sing on gravel —
sing the praise of beach and balls,
of being sailor, pirate and to travel
on the seven seas; to see it all,
to live; to grow from boy to man.
A summer’s day is built from dreams
from salt and sand and making plans,
this day is more than what it seems.
Eroded coast by Fay Collins
Today Sarah hosts poetics at dVerse and wants us to write ekphrastic to the pictures of Fay Collins. Join us and write to your favorite picture. When I saw the road leading to the sea I imagined myself bicycling on that road.
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April 17, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
Oh lovely stuff! You capture that childhood excitement of the first glimpse of the sea so well?
Hurrah, a cycling poem! I can imagine freewheeling down that path to the sea! I love the jaunty rhyme and the pace of your poem, Bjorn, and the thought of a making plans for a summer’s day ‘ built from dreams
from salt and sand’.
A day at the beach, beware! Sailors and pirates are about!
The rhyme and the rhythm give this one a sort of jollity.
Nice sounding poem in praise of a summer’s day.
This poem is very Swallows and Amazons, they were always being pirates…they even accidentally went to sea once….in a chinese junk. perfect.
Lovely words Bjorn- uplifting!
Wonderful bounce to your poem, if that makes sense!
And what a journey it will be – so exciting to see what is next ~ Love the positive tone set by: my tires sing on gravel
Wonderful poem. I love the making dreams from salt and sand. The rhythms in this are so good, like cycling.
That first line is really cool.
Lovely write of the adventure of a summers day at the sea. Yes, dreams are fulfilled there, imagination excelling.
Anna :o]
kaykuala
from salt and sand and making plans,
this day is more than what it seems.
A quiet and peaceful day is perfect to give inspiration to lots of ideas to plan ahead!
Hank
I love your boyhood fantasy of dreams.
Looks like great minds choose the same painting! LOL
dwight
I do enjoy a day at the beach, it brings out my inner child. My imagination sails in the breeze.
this day is more than what it seems.
Welcome Back!
A sailor, a pirate. The sea conjures so many possibilities for its visitors. Nice write, Bjorn.
The feel of adventure mixed with gentle longing permeates this poem. Wonderful!
That is definitely a road to follow. (K)
Days like that are always much more!!!!!
Love the last 3 lines!!
Indeed. We never made plans, playing, and even so, the foundation was made for what to come by the exercise with the little bucket and the little spade, or whatever it was. I disagree with your way of rhyming here; balls and all are absolutely not rhyming, and should not be thought of as so, and even so I enjoyed the reading.
Ha.. you have big demands on perfect rhymes… most poets disagree with such a rigid description 🙂
“from salt and sand and making plans,
this day is more than what it seems.”
This says all of childhood’s freedom.
Love this – it is so full of hope and pans, just like a long summer’s day.