Abecedarian Poem
Another day passes
Being at the beach.
Critters under the
Dying light of a sunset.
Everything is still.
Feelings of peace
Get stronger as
Hills of sand sigh
In sync,
Jealous of soaring birds.
Kites drift to the
Left of
Me,
Never touching the ground,
Only swaying in the
Passing breeze.
Questions in my head as I
Read,
Seeing characters
Take
Your heart to
Various places.
Will it return to you?
X marks the spot in my book,
Yet now a bird squawks, and interrupts the
Zen of the adventure.
4 comments
Stupid bird.
Love this! An amazing response to one of our writing prompts!
Aw thank you! :D
Oooh! Where do you get the writing prompts from! u see im very unobservant these days!