Subdued ashen shades of silver
Washed onto a vibrant shore
Grooves telling stories in muted tones
Dampened by the billow’s roar
A keen eyed drifter seduced
Dreams fashioned from the splint
The meagre piece preciously reshaped
Where none before had seen the glint.
that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))
This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .