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Tuesday, December 04, 2012

Poem for Sunday Whirl #85


Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle prompt!




somewhere back there

ancient trunks hover
above forlorn trails  
masking tiny forks

a desire to fuse
drives the manic
to seek a better space

a clash of time
sweeps the sand
before it resets the tide



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6 comments:

undercaws.com said...

The images created in this short poem fill it with rich warmth and movement. I can see the tide's foam.

Daydreamertoo said...

Love the image of ancient trunks.
We humans are always seeking better space aren't we. Yes, manic.

Laurie Kolp said...


Lovely... I especially like:

a clash of time sweeps the sand before it resets the tide

Dave King said...

Oh, I DO love the idea of the tide being reset! Superb!

Geraldine said...

I agree, this is superb!

Mama Pajama said...

mmm, the bit about the tide...