Written for: Poetic Bloomings2
Prompt #334 - It Happens
"What has happened? What would you like to happen?"
day after day. In
my gut, I feel like
I am stuck in a rut.
Oh, to be at a beach, away
from thoughts that linger
in the forefront of my brain.
Afternoons lolling on sand,
evenings dining on seafood. No
appointments, temporarily sane.
I need no European vacation,
nor formal clothes of any kind.
A mere change of scenery
would be refreshing with soaring
birds, and scent of ocean brine.
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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I’m with you on this one. I could really use a trip to the beach.
I think about it every day.
That’s my dream, too. Well written.