So, there I was, doodling, lost between two tides. Heard something about a shoreline sonnet a wise chap wrote once. It got me thinking, you know? Fancy words don't build castles, but they might color the sea in your mind. Gotta love that sea!
“Aren't sonnets supposed to rhyme?” you might ask. Who’s to say the sea doesn’t hum her own eternal lullaby off-key? Guess you'd better pay a visit to our sand castle library for that.
Imagine me, right there on the beach, half-written thoughts rolling in with the tide... Watch those lines trickle down, waves of ink spilling, splashing everywhere, like abstract symphonies in the sand. And in the background? An agitated sky, a doodler's canvas. Think it was right around the third hour, sink to tune
If you ever write your own sonnet, maybe you'll catch strands of this—vague, gentle, like morning mist over the slipping horizon. Come and see: What's your shoreline saying?