 |
|
heaving sea throws one wave
after another.
I feel the shifting sands.
Why tarry?
With nothing to spice up my life
Why tarry?
The waves are calling me
My mind plays again and again
The graphic scenes
Of my honour's death.
The sea, hypnotic, invites me
Feel the joy of riding high !
Ride on my waves!
With one last exhilaration
I shall be free.
|
| Writing Prompt |
The challenge is to write a poem that includes the words provided. Your poem can be of any type.
The words:
graphic - joy - death - spice
|
Author Notes
Thank you very much, willie, for this photograph.
|
|
©
Copyright 2024.
Sanku
All rights reserved.
Sanku
has granted FanStory.com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
