At The Tip Of Long Island

Written for:  NaPoWriMo – Day 11
Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does. 

Beach plums escort you
down a path to dappled
rocks, sand, and ocean–
motion of waves, ferocious
at times. Room at the top
of a hill, postcard view,
mesmerizing from dawn to deep
of night. Lighthouse visits, luscious
seafood, succulent home-made
fried chicken, and small shops
to browse. Sea air scent at bedtime
in which to drowse.
Do auras change color as you grow older?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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