River of Stones: One daily observation.
At last the long dreamed of rain came and quenched the thirst of the mesa.
dVerse~Poets Pub prompt: Surf
Surf
He stands up on hind legs
And rushs forward
To break against the shore
Shatters our bones
Shiny white
Across sandy beaches
Among shells lost
And sometimes found
We run to meet him
But he surrounds us
Pushes us down
Beneath the waves
Shatters our bones
And retreats
Leaving us lonely
Alone to wander
The sandy beach
In time he returns
Threatens and roars
To break upon the
Sandy shore once more
He scatters our bones
To be bleached
Shiny white
Glowing in moonlight
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We Write Poems prompt #65 Girl, Bed and Bear
- Girl – Bed – Bear
Girl, Bed and Bear
You sit upon my bed
Smoking even though
I have asked you not
The day is late
You speak your piece
Is there room for
What I have to say
This room seems too small
The air is foul
The windows shut
I slide my soul across the floor
Trace the watermarks
In rose printed wall paper
You see the tear upon my cheek
You place your hand upon my shoulder
You sit upon my bed
I have my say
I call you bear
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