Rush of waves
stir memories
we struggle
to recall,
but somewhere
in subconscious
they are held
within a thrall.
Sun bleached wood,
cockle shells,
and foot prints
in the sand,
stir misty memories
of a far uncertain land.
A contest entry
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700 points, ended April 27, 8 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Rush of waves
stir memories
that we struggle
to recall...
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Simply beautiful my dear friend. But, what else I could expect to see on your site?
~Sonja~
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Imagery alive with descriptiveness that is so creative and pleasing..Also you add to the short lines with a rhyming and flow that makes it so delightful..Best of luck in the contest!
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Hmm I liked this a lot. This is
exactly what I was looking for
in terms of direction of prompt.
This was beautiful in imagery,
metaphor, & depth.
Wonderfully crafted.
Thanks for entering & best of luck
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Not so strange
but certainly different from where we are stuck.
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This is composed with so much feeling that it stirs the memories in so many ways.
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Perfect words for the prompt, in descriptive imagery...I wish you well with the contest!
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