Scribbles In The Sand

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universe, I murmur, this is sheer bliss</i></p><p id="60fc"><i>I paddle to the shore and walk a few feet Wet sand rising like shifting tectonic plates between my toes I crouch by the waterline and scribble in the sand</i></p><p id="4df3"><i>Something of ephemeral beauty, capturing the wonder bestowed As I walk away into the future, I turn back one last time There are my scribbles, marks of a rebel love.</i></p><p id="cd3c"><i>One more moment, and a wave washes them away I crown the ocean’s wise judgement with a half-smile Goodbye, I say. And I walk away.</i></p><p id="eb3b">For the prompt: Scribble, from <a href="undefined

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Scribbles In The Sand

Paper Poetry Prompt #2

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Coming to a tropical beach is like coming home The warm salty water a refuge, an embrace It forgives me all my sins the instant it touches me

As I float on my back, arms splayed out I see the mountains on one side, oceanic horizon on the other A golden globule of warm honey gratitude submerges my heart

Thank you, universe, I murmur, this is sheer bliss

I paddle to the shore and walk a few feet Wet sand rising like shifting tectonic plates between my toes I crouch by the waterline and scribble in the sand

Something of ephemeral beauty, capturing the wonder bestowed As I walk away into the future, I turn back one last time There are my scribbles, marks of a rebel love.

One more moment, and a wave washes them away I crown the ocean’s wise judgement with a half-smile Goodbye, I say. And I walk away.

For the prompt: Scribble, from Suntonu Bhadra’s Paper Poetry.