Tuesday, April 5, 2022

75/365 - Wavelet

 


Long lolling waves
languidly lap
the untroubled shore
From the ether
a murmured whisper's
gentle breath
rustles the leaves
A suggestion of
what's to come
The building breeze
rolls the seas
leaving the waves
to foam at the mouth
Swirling and churning
tumultuous maelstrom
of wind
and water
and stinging sand
With eyes closed shut
and palms dug in
the murky depths
of my mind
flail for dry land

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