depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Was it passion or a clash of combatants? always after the barrage we’d advance reasons, excuses scavenging the beach-head like gulls before another treaty was signed I lost my ring somewhere along that tideline and pick forever amongst sea-drift after the storm surge left Just 44 words in a Storm for Quadrille #34
where the bay bends westward a pincered peninsula promenades its dawn to dusky sea-side shows shifting sequences of scenery sculpted by wind and curling cumuli groynes rupture crook-backed breakers wrenching precious grains from children of the sand castle and lovers still lying in knots First poem of the year in 44 words for Quadrille #23… Continue Reading “the bay”
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