Beach StarsTo: John
Wishing
you
pails
of
beach
stars
I
see
you
in
blue
green
beach
star
poems
.
.
.
in
the
unspoken
patted
pails
of
periwinkle
word
waves
.
.
.
.
I
see
you
in
the
shoveled
smoking
sapphire
sands
.
.
.
.
in
the
powdered
palettes
of
puffing
indigo
stars
.
.
I
see
you
dancing
on
emerald
ink
bottle
blue
shamrock
sand
cakes.
.
.
I
see
you
tossing
twisting
twirling
turquoise
blue
ribbons
of
beach
star
poems
over
your
shores
Nancy Allen tonight.
June 13, 2009
My name is Nancy Allen. I started writing poetry in the fall of 2006. I started a common journal at Eve’s House in Lansing, MI to offer words of encouragement, hope, and healing for women who are survivors of domestic violence. Our words are like fireflies in the night. When things seem the darkest, one word of hope can light up our lives just as the firefly lights up the night. May our words bring strength, beauty and hope for a brighter tomorrow…Nancy
