sea glass

[Keith]

sea glass

this shore is supposed to be clean
but waste cuts the landscape
broken bottles are crying
for all the failed motives

the shards glint in the sun
trying to sell some innocent value
a second-hand use made of cracks
nevermind the loud edges

some are swallowed by waves
and i wonder if there is  a time
when sea glass appears on the beach
serene in its beauty
all muted and smooth

Hi Vagabond
You have keeper here, without any doubt, I have read this several times thinking of ways it could be changed but I don't really have anything that will improve it, you have some excellent lines, the self resale made me think of childhood taking pop bottles to the shops for sweet money, the last stanza made me think of Cornish beaches and my wife stooping to pick up a piece of pink sea glass she later used in a collage. Thank you for a delightful read. Keith