tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post5819018652896928529..comments2023-10-06T09:10:35.925+01:00Comments on Poetry of Egal Bohen Cornwall England: Pebbles TidalEgal Bohenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05137909544379356763noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-37666884833384387082007-07-02T03:29:00.000+01:002007-07-02T03:29:00.000+01:00Wow.PRETTIES!!!I've moved some to my fountain so t...Wow.<BR/><BR/>PRETTIES!!!<BR/><BR/>I've moved some to my fountain so they're shining and happy.<BR/><BR/>And they DO look happy.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14408403855260279799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-14449448701470945572007-06-25T01:11:00.000+01:002007-06-25T01:11:00.000+01:00ILTV, Mel - here are some Marazion pebbles, (glist...ILTV, Mel - here are some Marazion pebbles, (glistening)<BR/>Egal..Egal Bohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05137909544379356763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-29565621254346433832007-06-21T03:20:00.000+01:002007-06-21T03:20:00.000+01:00*tap tap tap*Mine glisten in the bottle filled wit...*tap tap tap*<BR/><BR/>Mine glisten in the bottle filled with water.<BR/>I love my sea rocks and they shine for me in their safe little place.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14408403855260279799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-72571504061416365082007-06-19T18:40:00.000+01:002007-06-19T18:40:00.000+01:00They're like us - they are happier when they are a...They're like us - they are happier when they are amongst friends..<BR/>Egal..Egal Bohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05137909544379356763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-29108986188705746372007-06-19T17:45:00.000+01:002007-06-19T17:45:00.000+01:00beautiful!beautiful!I'm walking on the beach at Po...<B>beautiful!<BR/><BR/><I>beautiful!</B></I><BR/><BR/>I'm walking on the beach at Polzeath, having my toes sucked into all this churning. . . I'm sitting, sorting thru handful after handful of pebbles. . . I'm lying on my front, looking at them - all the different myriad colours, the shapes, the sizes. . .<BR/><BR/>why do they never glisten when you get them home tho?I, Like The Viewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-12728257508079395462007-06-19T17:11:00.000+01:002007-06-19T17:11:00.000+01:00Thanks Mel - Despite all our "beach bowls" I'm sur...Thanks Mel - Despite all our "beach bowls" I'm sure there are plenty left<BR/>Egal..Egal Bohenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05137909544379356763noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210872610464516710.post-82411343846702741882007-06-19T05:06:00.000+01:002007-06-19T05:06:00.000+01:00How wonderful!I can hear the rocks being rolled ba...How wonderful!<BR/><BR/>I can hear the rocks being rolled back and forth over and over again.<BR/>Poor little exhausted rocks....<BR/><BR/>I interfered with a few of them becoming grains of sand, dontchaknow.<BR/>I hope they're happy in my little beach bowl.Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14408403855260279799noreply@blogger.com