Time Slips As Sea And Sand Beseech
Sinking low, reduced to a glow
Hues pink, in the eyes come to dance
Bridging the heavens, wondrous trance.
Harmonious, endless, the flow,
Stories untold hidden below.
Tower of rocks for the sky reach,
A barrier caressing the beach.
Golden drops where sun’s heat is caught
And lost no more wood gnarled with knot.
Time slips as sea and sand beseech.
@2021 Heather – Home Study From The Grateful Heart All Rights Reserved
The photograph is of an oil painting of mine. I painted it ages ago (or so it seems), but it remains one of my favorites. I used it as inspiration to write this poem.
This poem was written in response to Ronovan Writes Decima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 46: KNOT in the D rhyme line. We could also make a link between this Decima and the Haiku Challenge Prompt using the words SLIP and TIME.
Heather, your poem is as stunning as your painting. You are very talented, my friend. Thank you so much for following my blog.
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That’s very kind of you! Thank you you!
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Most welcome!
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I agree with Eugenia: your poem and painting are both beautiful!
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Thank you so much!
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beautiful i love it x
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Thank you Akolzol. I’m glad you enjoyed it. 😊
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