|The ocean's steady heartbeat
ideas percolating as surf bubbles,
retreating and entreating
an endless charm offensive.
Blues and greys dance across waves
in a mottled reflection
of the clouds scudding far above,
and in the abandoned chaos of nature
lies peace and inspiration.
A Creative Retreat
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
He wraps himself in buzzwords like resilience and hustle, but I have to wonder if they bring comfort to an empty life.
Spices explode across my tongue, melding with the warm flush of alcohol… A long exhale, eyes at half mast, head tilted in a relaxed lean. And…
Twelve birds perched on the power line, twittering over news that used to be secrets, teetering on the edge of gossip and scandal.