A Day on the Water

Photo by Marianna
visit her blog The momentary cloudiness of a "dirty" mind
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Suggested prompt...
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Climb in a boat, toss the line and push off.
Write of your adventure, or use the images you can imagine in a poem.
Write of fishing, or floating, write of blue seas or dark waters,
be creative as you are inspired.

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~Emptiness Without You~ (Acrostic)

Ecstasy unravels across zephyr strewn twine
mask spectors void of belonging
pallored rivulets garnish nautical brine
tempt waters brisk with longing
inertial lure calls forth two pulses which
negate thru rustic chasms of dirge
euphoria marvels along beckoning lips
seek refuge as desolate hearts converge
sapphirine imbued mist drizzle upon ships

weary from course drawn seasons
into Nirvana's kiss I claim my bliss
trembling my soul beyond reason
harken we stand upon fleeting sand
of which vintage tides rebound
unconditional hands brush eloping strands
tears full of longing abound

yet cerulean eyes cast echoing sighs
our utopia must remain hollow
unjustly seas demand reprieve wherever your spirit follows

~ PuraPoetica

One week after the photo or picture is posted I will pick one offering to put beneath the image. This is a way of celebrating exceptional creativity. Any and all posts are available for your creative mind to make an offering at any time (even ones where a writing has been placed on the front page like this one). If you are new here and want to offer to every image here, feel free. We are writers, WRITE! If this is your exceptional writing posted here on the Front Page Pictures, Poetry & Prose invites you to include the Exceptional Writing Award Button on your blog. Visit the Exceptional Writing Award post for the details and the button to download.

Beach Scene

Photo by Marianna

visit her blog The momentary cloudiness of a "dirty" mind

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Suggested prompt...

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Stop and hear the ocean, feel the breeze, taste the salt air

now write as you are inspired.

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He laid his head back on the sand again, momentarily resting his eyes, his mind, his torment. It had been two weeks, four days and several hours since he'd left. He was here now, on this island, on this sand, and that was his reality.

Nothing else mattered, for the moment. Not the life he'd left behind, not the office, nor the wife, nor the child. His child? Now he wasn't sure. Everything came spinning back again, and he squeezed his eyes shut. So hard he began to see colors.

The colors swirling behind his eyes blurred into one lumpy grey color. He opened them again, and found the ocean, lapping at his toes now, was the same shade of grey. His grey.

~ CDB

One week after the photo or picture is posted I will pick one offering to put beneath the image. This is a way of celebrating exceptional creativity. Any and all posts are available for your creative mind to make an offering at any time (even ones where a writing has been placed on the front page like this one). If you are new here and want to offer to every image here, feel free. We are writers, WRITE! If this is your exceptional writing posted here on the Front Page Pictures, Poetry & Prose invites you to include the Exceptional Writing Award Button on your blog. Visit the Exceptional Writing Award post for the details and the button to download.