Today I had to use Patrick’s first two lines as the starter for my poem. Are these my two shorelines, I wonder.
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Two shorelines
“Sooner or later
We all come to the shoreline”
Patrick Jennings
Sooner or later
we all come to the shoreline
that will be our last.
Shore –
that our lifeline ends,
of course –
that it runs its course.
Just like some fail
to yield more than two dates
in their lifetimes –
even if it kills them –
we only have two shores:
the current
and the undercurrent.
In the photo part, my two shores in images: first the tiny Slovenian coast on the Adriatic sea, and then my Costa d’Argento, the Silver Coast, here in southern Tuscany.

The view from the St. George’s Parish Church above Piran to the south over the Bay of Piran. That land across is already Croatia. 
The same Croatia in view from Bernardin. 
This is Piran on its tiny peninsula and happy pest bathing. 
More of them under the church. 
The view north: Izola used to be an island (nooo, really?). In the back it’s already Italy. 
Now let’s move to the west coast of Italy. I don’t think this is a shoreline that Patrick had in mind. 
Here we encounter a lagoon with the road across leading from Orbetello to the Monte Argentario peninsula. 
The view of the lagoon from the monastery half way up Monte Argentario. 
The view north: there it is, Monte Argentario in the back, and the only snow on the beach (and anywhere near) in seven years. This was in February 2018. 
The view south. Not the snow but the foam. 
After high tide the beach seems almost clean. But this was one year after I landed, in 2014. The ruins in the centre are of the Roman settlement Cosa. 
Last summer we discovered this lovely stretch of Costa d’Argento: Cala del Gesso. The largest waves I ever challenged.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #220: Shoreline
So much blue. Priceless.
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Thanks, Bojana. Blue je modro, blue je plavo. 🙂 (And VV had pity on me and published my piece too! I’m sure they read comments on your blog. :D)
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Don’t be so critical. I love the poem.
Btw, i don’t remember seeing you on my previous post, I know you read the story on Tweeter. I was waitining to tell sth. Anyway, remember when I told u to wait for Feb? Well, these are the guys I was talking about. Do try Elephants Never. A very supportive bunch of people and not very demanding. They publish diverse voices, which is great.
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Thanks, I remembered it when I read it, and thought this might be the one you’d mentioned. I’ll give it a more detailed look to see what they are about and after.
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Beautiful images of these two coastal places!
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Thank you, Amy. I’ll always be partial to the coast.
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we only have two shores:
the current
and the undercurrent.
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I'm not sure how to interpret that stanza. It changes in my mind even as I read it. That's a good thing — it's good to have your cage poetically rattled now and a gain. And I love every interpretation. 🙂
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Thanks, Patrick. 🙂 I like to leave it a bit… open. You certainly created a space in my mind with those two opening lines. Thanks for that.
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=) And you explored them so very well. Thanks for that!
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I hope we both have many more shorelines to visit before we reach our last. This poem will certainly endure in my mind. Lovely pics adding more shorelines to my bucketlist.
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Ahh, glad to hear this, Lisa, both enduring in mind and adding shorelines to your list. 🙂 But if you think of it, it’s all one big shore.
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One ocean indeed. The world is my country the wind is my flag! Hugs from Zihuatanejo.
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beautiful photos
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Thank you, Tanja! 🙂
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