blankets of blues
summer in sapphire and teal
I breathe between hues
seven ride the waves
still nuzzled in mother’s wing
paddling seasons past
gliding on thermals
freedom to speak or squawk while
clouds only whisper
It is Open Link Night at
You can link up ONE poem of your choice.
I am your host and hope you will join us. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST
I follow you
Flashlight in hand
Still dimmer than our hearts
Lake of infinity
Lapping to the rhythm of
Silence
Sandy-toed, sips of merlot
You whisper of satellites
Geosynchronous orbits
And how much you love me
Spicing my world
Peppering my skies
With stars
Join us as I host one of our favourite prompts, the Quadrille at dVerse Poets Pub. 44 words including the word “spice” or any form of it. Doors open at 3 p.m. EST. C’mon….get a little spicy!
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Here is another interpretation of depth for The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge. Again, I was drawn to some photos taken in Lion’s Head, Ontario.
Beauty carried ashore
Roots intact
For even the flow of life
Cannot disturb them
Tiny treasures washed ashore
Patiently polished by time
Shell I pick you up
Or leave you to rest in the sand?
Your journey complete with tales to tell
Of seaweed and undertows
Shell I pick you up
Or admire you from my hands?
Basking beauties before my eyes
Collecting on common ground
Shell I pick you up
Or honor the shelter you gave?
Ancient armor from life now passed
Jagged and rightfully so
Shell I pick you up
Or leave you kissing the waves?
mishunderstood 