The eye is drawn to the vanishing point at the horizon, flanked by the architecturally pristine and picturesque white boards of the foot bridge.
Like rarest gems they glisten; sparkling, strewn in foam, Set in grains of sand. Photo Friday: The Beach
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray, Banana-bunched boards, the only light, But undertow compels she cannot stay. He’d sing to her, life on review, he’d stay, Through sunniest of days and darkest nights, Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray. He smiled to mask the… Continue Reading “Undertow”
They come because they must. They gather at waters edge, vying for position. They stand, they watch and wait; their bugle call, the cadence of the breakers. The sun slowly, surely, lifts its face above the horizon. The salty skirmish begins anew. Written for… Continue Reading “Skirmish at Sunrise”
Windswept clarity, Dunes caressed by sawgrass blades, Shelter on the beach.
The endless break of waves on shore, Replenish teeming life-chains spawned, Distracted not, he stares out, ever sure That curl is filled with promise evermore In under-swirling eddy’s from beyond. This discipline has served him well He waits, he skims the surface brine, Intent… Continue Reading “Patience”
Ponte Vedra Pre-dawn Shark teeth undertow, ‘Neath rainbow-painted moon-sky, Predawn shifting sands. One of my many obsessions is photographing sunrises. There is nothing like the peace and stillness just before sunrise. On a beach, the gulls gather to swoop up their breakfast; in Eze… Continue Reading “My Obsession (Photo Friday, Haiku Friday)”
Regal, ebon crane Glides through swamp-realm reeds; unseen, Protected from harm. p
Daily Prompt: Life Line…You’re on a long flight, and a palm reader sitting next to you insists she reads your palm. WHAT does she tell you.Photographers, artists, poets: show us HANDS. The following is my entry: ✒✒✒✒✒✒✒✒✒✒ Nothing is as expressive and tacitly satisfying… Continue Reading “Daily Prompt: Life Line: “The Hands of a Child””
Rock! Paper! Scissors! 🌾🌾🌾 Trifextra Challenge Week 86: This weekend we were asked to put forth three little words that describe the writing process. Much goes into the creative process. However, a stone cold, rocky place usually precedes the written word… Continue Reading “Three Little Words”
Ever shifting skies Like water-color brush strokes Tinting glist’ning shores.