The surf lies with its rhythmic sensuality
The ebb and flow gliding smoothly
Hiding gloomy coral and biting rocks
The caress of water on sand
Lazy eddies swirling promises that aren’t kept
The seagull’s macro view asks:
Waiting? For what?
What answers can be found in the soothing sway of liquid lies?
The seagull’s cawing, an alarm clock of mocking laughter, jeers:
There is no friendship in the water
It’s glory lies in the chase, the back and forth of its waves
The seagull warns:
Enjoy the water’s languid limbs wrapped around your body
But don’t breath in.
Inspiration finally returned in these last days of 2022. I’ve taken an unwanted hiatus from all types of writing these past few months, a potent combination of pessimism, anhedonia and general life busy-ness. Functional depression is a thing!
So easing in to 2023…much thanks to Patrick at Pix to Words (#330-338 included in this poem)! I had a streak going and plan on getting that back!
Wishing all my WordPress Family a great start to 2023!!
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