Sand
takes flight
by sea shore's
edge of crisp night.
Soaring grains of salt
whistling down waterfront;
whimsical dance by moonlight.
Ocean holds steady baritone-
echoes of past, present and future
dreams that sweetly accompany the breeze.
A contest entry
- Poetic Form: Etheree - Prompt - Earth by Little Eagle.
600 points, ended December 27, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any ideas to help me better this?
Comments
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Thank you for your entry
I will accept that the ocean and sand is part of earth. I know that the beach and the ocean hold a magic all their own for me.
Well done of the form, they syllable count was right on.
I encourage you to keep writing to read and comment.
God Bless
Tammy
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