scenic view of beach
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Each half day what delicate ephemeral traces
/Footprints, paw prints, bird tracks/
Each incoming tide so quickly it scrubs and erases
/coarse sand wiped clean like soft wax/
Waves rolling, purling, crashing forevermore
All pounding and breaking upon the seashore
Which proves stronger in the end, land or sea?
The answer lies in the fine grit wrought of eternity.


Exactly 59 Words

Weekend Writing Prompt #96: “Seashore”



Where Your Soul Goes


Where your soul goes
I hereby disclose
The karma my spirit chose
To let the same fate impose.
Where goes yours there goes mine
Two souls as one intertwine
Their essences harmonically align
Their sum total to combine.
So let loose the reins of destiny
Brace against the storms of devilry
Pray for the gentle winds of clemency
Moreover, cling to each other desperately.
Whether our destination be heaven or hell
My heart’s fears I steadfastly quell.


Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 5, 2019: Use the phrase Where your soul goes.

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 5, 2019

Emoji, Haiku, Tanka Challenge

I’m issuing a Challenge! I’m starting a new form of Haiku or Tanka, ones that include Emojis. The Emojis are pronounced as what they represent. Why not try one yourself? My example, a Tanka is posted below. Puns are encouraged! I look forward to your entries.

I hear sleet ‘ticking’

Against my dark window panes

EmogiFrown, no school again

Morning, the alarm clock peals

And the kids come EmojiAndroidDragonFace in.

Emily EmojiWinkAndHand


(The emojis are in order of use: Frown, dragon, a wink and okay)

What Florid Fingers

What florid fingers
Tentatively probing
Come slyly slinking
Spreading wide
Dimming the glories
That crown ebon infinity
Majestic vault bestrewn
Myriad stars a twinkle
That tardy tenebrous tumescence
Burnished brilliance breaking
Hovering on the horizon
Whereof devious digits
Piercing achromatic night
Tentatively probing
Laboring towards the vertex
Spreading in a panorama
Varnishing the firmament
Lo, that gleaming grandeur
Swelling towards repletion
Abolishing the dark horizon
Heralding the arrival of morn
Tis the timorous dawn.

I wrote this poem after seeing this sunrise (which I’ve tried to recreate)  one morning when I was staying with my mother.