Tots play near the shoreline,
satisfyingly coaxing with the wet, warm lime.
Strolling incautiously, no heed for escape,
from the enveloping waves.
No cynical thoughts, submerging like tidal waves.
Seems filial of eccentricity - maybe not...
but it was fun -
From afar,
adults worried for the lost picnic basket.
Author notes
Inspired by the prompt Blided by Reality with a mix of inspiration from the image Children Playing at Seashore by Edward Henry Potthast.
A contest entry
- prompt inspired 20 entries 50 words or less by Grey Mouser.
625 points, ended November 17, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Critics and critiques are welcome :)
Comments
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this is good, cause the scene is actually realistic
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Nicely done!!! Could totally see this unfolding within my minds eye. Love the second stanza and makes me nostalgic for my childhood days where fear was never a thought!!
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Nicely written and filled with great imagery. A reality of cares for things not of true importance. Thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
aww this indeed was a pleasure to read. i wish yo well in this contest.
Tory
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