May 18, 2013 Sunday Whirl #109

Prompt: nebulous, bleak, cut, vision, timing, touch, hover
crush, opaque, blazing, torch, slab, breath

The Tide Changes

I lie on my slab

My breath shallow

Like the water

At low tide

Pink sand between

My fingers

I rise

The world nebulous

Nothing clear

Out of focus

All is bleak

Dark clouds hover above

Someone says, “cut!”

Like the filming of a movie

My vision clears

No longer opaque

The timing will be measured

By the sundial in the yard

My fingers touch the cold metal

The sun appears

A blazing torch

Burns away melancholy

Crushes dark mood

The tide is coming in

Waves crash on shore

Children scream with delight


A High School Crush

The sky an opaque

Chrystal shimmering

Casting sunlight

Shadows hovering

Blue on sand

The constant breeze

Now breathless

Quiet and still

Stone slabs in the court

Hot to the touch

Under the blazing desert sun

Timing is everything

You a bleak horseman

Dressed in black

A vision lit by torch

From an old notebook

Poems of love

A nebulous affair

Also hot to the touch

A woman

With a high school crush