Little Beach Boy (A Shadorma)

I watch him
Sitting in the sand
His quest for
Shines through the look on his face
Deep concentration

A slight breeze
Blows his light brown hair
As he digs
For treasures
My heart warms from his delight
A precious moment

Lauren Scott 2017
(I learned about this poetry form at Ben’s site, and he encouraged
me to try a Shadorma, as well. I couldn’t think
of a new topic, so I revised an old poem from
when my son was little. ❀ I hope you enjoy, and
thanks for the nudge, Ben. It’s always good to
learn something new.)

28 thoughts on “Little Beach Boy (A Shadorma)

    • Aww, thanks, Michelle! I had writer’s block about a topic though, but I loved going back in time to this day. As I told Ben, I’m truly humbled by your comment. Hugs to you, too, my friend!

  1. Oh that poem took me to happy childhood times at the beach, and later the pleasure of watching my own children enjoy that experience. There’s something special about the ocean and all those wonderful discoveries in the sand and rocks.

    • Your comment just made my day, Ian, because your reaction is one that I wanted to accomplish by writing this poem. It wasn’t just for my reminiscent benefit. So, thank you, and I’m glad you enjoyed!

  2. I admit it – I don’t know what a Shadorma is either, but will have to go study it. But I DO know that I like your poem. In writing, I truly don’t think it matters if we’re writing about a present time, or one from the past or even the future. When we write it…. it is NOW.
    I was standing there, watching your son play in the sand – N O W. And it brought a smile to my face.

    • Thanks, Pam! It’s been awhile since I learned a new poetry form, so this was fun. I’m glad my first try was accepted in a positive way. I also agree with what you said about writing in the past, present, or future being ultimately NOW. Very profound. It’s great that you had an enjoyable visual while reading, as well. Thanks again! πŸ’•

    • Thanks so much, Sarah, for your kind and beautiful comment. Sometimes, those words come easily, and other times, they’re like pulling teeth. πŸ™‚ Recalling these precious moments with my son though made writing this poem pretty easy. Have a lovely weekend! πŸ’•

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