Moment More

brown field near sea during daytime

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The wind sweeps across the dunes

And waves break upon the shore

Barren yet beautiful the scene calls

The hear to seek to spend there a moment more

To leave and return to the realm of men

The daily rush of commerce

Seems not so much a life real

But something quite inverse

So give me but a minute more

That my soul with nature can converse


Padre

Breakers

Waves, Sea, Ocean, Seascape, Tides, Blue, Spume, Mist
Pixabay

On come the breakers

Unrelenting – no mercy given

Kings cannot command them

And the coast their savage bite does feel

Though a thing of beauty

Greens and blues tipped with foamy white spray

They, jagged like saw’s teeth

Eat the land away

On come the breakers

No one can resist the tide

Neptune’s assault on Tellus

Sweeps the sands aside

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Padre

FOWC with Fandango — Given

Dune-Way

CCC #115

A dune-way path straight to the sea

No need to brave loose sand and tangled grass

Such ease delivered to a traveller’s way

What more can a beach-goer ask?

And yet there are some who would the rough way go

To experience the natural ways of to-s and fro-s

As for me the boardwalk I’ll take

For my achy old knee’s sake


Padre

Crimson’s Creative Challenge #115

Play Date

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“I really don’t believe this,” Barbara said in exasperation.

“Just keep looking,” her husband, Dan urged.

“I am,” she snapped, her irritation at the situation rising.

“Are you sure this is the right area?” Dan’s sister, Karen asked.

“Yes, Honey, it’s right where Jeff Junior said,” her partner assured her.

“Well we better hurry up,” Barbara huffed.  “The sun’s setting and the tide’s coming in.  I can’t believe Little Jeff would have buried his own cousin in the sand like this, and then leave her!”

 

(84 words)

 

Padre

 

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

 

 

Long Lost and Found

Seaside, Seashore, Seagull, Beach, Sea, Coast, Ocean

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

On a tropical beach by a sea of peacock blue

Site of their honeymoon, and now of Anniversary Two

What seemed a bright idea – 24 months past

To write on a shell of a love that will last

Of children of yet to even be born

They named on that shell on that honeymoon morn

And what do you think today that they see –

As they squat by the tide with a baby’s breath by their knees?

A hermit crab tiny – their child’s name on its home

Little Lotus and the crab together – they snap on their phone

 

Padre

 

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #29:

The prompt words an interesting mix. You have these seven words or phrases to work with: tropicalpeacockbaby’s breathbright idealotuspomegranate, and hermit crab. I’ll only require you to use four, but let’s see who rises to the challenge of using them all.

Up-Cycling

paint

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“It looks like it’s had better days,” Deidre said as she looked at the peeling paintwork.

“It don’t look much, but I assure you the timber’s sound,” the old fisherman said.  “Been storin’ my nets and tackle her for right near fordy years.  Only selling-up cuz I’m retirin’.”

“Only 1200, you said?” Deidre asked.

“Yessum, and twenty a month for wharf access if you’re wantin’ it.”

“Okay, when can have your nets and things out?” she asked the old fellow.

“Well all the best tackles been sold already,” he replied.  “What’s left goes with the hut.”

Deidre looked at the assortment of net fragments, old floats, and a well rusted boat anchor, and said, ” Okay. It’s a deal.  My lawyer just wants you to write 1200 here,” she said pointing to a place on a crisp contract, “and sign here and here.”

Thus Deidre acquired the Bayside Studio for Maritime Art.  A few licks of varnish over the peeling paint was all it took to capture the rustic appeal. As for those odds and ends inside they quickly were incorporated into her first commission for an up-market couple from Boston, who said it was “Just perfect to remember their romantic seaside getaway.”

(200 words)

Padre

 

FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER

 

 

What a Relief

 

People, Leisure, Couple, Relaxing

Pixabay

Time to relax, the summer’s begun

World of Concrete – behind me

Now for some much needed sun.

Kids to summer camp

Have been sent away

Sand and sea before me

To fill up my day.

Straw hat on my head,

Margarita in hand,

Crash of waves to serenade me

On my comfy lounger bed.

 

Padre

 

 

Craft a poem on the these of “What a Relief, “using at least 4 of the following 7 words and phrases:

smooth sailingsharkconcretewax sealsummer campmargarita, and straw hat.

 

I still might not be the time for such escapes, but let’s hope the world-wide crisis abates so we can again find such reliefs.