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“Beachcomber by Stewart Stafford Sundial straight, I strode onshore, Waves pulsing like a foetal lullaby, Canine companion nestling my knee, A chef's kiss-of-life breathing space. Looking glass shimmer at the cliff's base, Tranquility’s wellspring beneath my feet, Sanctum of meditation, a paused life retreat, My seagull eyewitnesses hovering above. The seclusion sought yielded rewards, A hit of joie de vivre in its purest form, The sky’s spotlight and the humid wind, Senses alive with the lapping, busy tide. Nascent cloud veils gather at magic hour, Amber inferno, foretaste of paradise, Welcomed, savoured, and appreciated, Driftwood floating home on sunset waters. © 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” — Stewart Stafford
Beachcomber by Stewart Stafford
Sundial straight, I strode onshore,
Waves pulsing like a foetal lullaby,
Canine companion nestling my knee,
A chef's kiss-of-life breathing space.
Looking glass shimmer at the cliff's base,
Tranquility’s wellspring beneath my feet,
Sanctum of meditation, a paused life retreat,
My seagull eyewitnesses hovering above.
The seclusion sought yielded rewards,
A hit of joie de vivre in its purest form,
The sky’s spotlight and the humid wind,
Senses alive with the lapping, busy tide.
Nascent cloud veils gather at magic hour,
Amber inferno, foretaste of paradise,
Welcomed, savoured, and appreciated,
Driftwood floating home on sunset waters.
© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.