Behind me a restless city stirs-
sirens and car horns, a cacophany.
The ambience of desperate people
rushing to meet nebulous deadlines,
never looking up from their own particular grindstones,
and spending all their time moving, moving.
But here, in this quiet place
waves that started in Africa lap at my feet.
Sandcrabs scuttle sideways, looking for food-
a soft breeze from warm tropical bays ruffles my shirt
and my chaotic thoughts slowly fade away-
as a moon impossibly large rises from the sea.
I drink in the peace my restless soul craves,
and listen for the still small voice of God.
Author notes
Pic Credit: Drink the Midnight Hymn by DriftStudios
Contest by:Amaranthine Lover
Poem by Breedluv
A contest entry
- Pic Prompt by Carolina Moon.
600 points, ended September 15, 2008, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Best Prewrites From September 2008 by amaranthine lover.
2100 points, ended February 6, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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a very well written piece
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ahhhhhh, relief!
thank you, thank you!
Isn't it something when
turmoil is transformed
into peace with just a
breath and a glimpse of
the moon?
I know this is one I
will come back to again.
Love, Lane
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I find this so intense and wonderful. The imagery is amazing. Thank you for your entry.
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