From the book “Write the Poem” introduced to me by a Teach Write friend, Donnetta Norris.
The Ocean
It sparkles in the sun
A million glittery diamonds stretching on without end
as far as the eye can see
Rhythmic waves billowing, a hypnosis for the viewer
Tides rolling in and out…some calm, some rough, like days in our lives
Foamy bubbles cascade onto the sand, an overflowing washing machine
gently cleansing your feet and your soul
carrying your worries back out
into the glittery abyss
GreeneLit 
Jen, the words “an overflowing washing machine / gently cleansing your feet and your soul” definitely made me smile. To me (and to most people, I imagine), an overflowing washing machine is cause for panic, but the imagery is accurate, at least with my gulf coast beaches. The froth and power does indeed cleanse both feet and soul. Thanks for this poem!
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