Stepping out… on to the shifting sands
As the grains move beneath my feet
Wind whispers restlessly
As grasses bow to greet
Ever changing moving on
Nothing stays the same
Lost anchor’s wash on to rocky shore
White horses crashing down again
Salt lie thick within the air
Encrusts upon salted cheek
Climbing ever higher on crumbling cliff
as ragged breath falters... at finding that of which I seek
Love the layered meaning with shifts throughout. The verbs all carry their own duality as if moving with the sea. Good work, thanks! Gay @beachanny
ReplyDeleteOhhh I love the shifting sand and the excursion both on paper and where you lead my mind.
ReplyDeleteFine One Shot
Moon smiles
nice word play...a fun read. hope you find that which you seek
ReplyDeleteGood poem. Appreciate your use of rhyme without overplaying it. Great job.
ReplyDeleteA salty breeze through the land of fluff. Liked your images and the general saltiness of things encrusted or otherwise, that stays with you through many washings. ;) Nice.
ReplyDeleteI could feel the breeze, smell the salt of the sea... nicely done.
ReplyDeleteVery descriptive One Shot, wid0w!
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed it so much.. thanks for sharing..
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is beautiful.
"Lost anchor’s wash on to rocky shore
White horses crashing down again"
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
"nothing stays the same" - so very very true
ReplyDeleteThis was beautiful.