Poem: Blue

I recently started going to a writer’s group that meets every Wednesday since September. The class will soon end, but it’s been a lot of fun. One of tonight’s prompts gave us the word “blue.” The word “blue” made me think of the ocean which made me think of seashells, which in turn made me think of the beach.

I’d love to be on a beach right now with the warm sand under my feet, the ocean waves, a musical relaxation…this is the poem I came up with:

 

I’d like to write about an ocean day
where you can stick your toes in the sand
the waves make music, the birds will cry
where you shed away the day’s demands

Each ocean wave is a symphony
of blues and greens
an orchestra of ups and downs
the sand between toes
an artist’s dream
a blanket of softness, surrounds

Observe the birds, the bright blue sky
the curve where the land meets the water
watch the day’s demons go floating by
You forgot your swim suit? Ohh, it doesn’t matter!”

Your beach is private, your view is too
and your thoughts can go on forever and ever
There’s no limit to what you can do
you can tackle any endeavor!

To own my own beach, is a glorious thought
to find myself there, is better
one is a dream, possibly bought
Reality is quite a bit wetter

 

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