Just Looking
In quiet reverie while on the beach I watched the vestiges of day subside through gentle swells infused with mauve and peach as though Monet’s pastels had been applied
before that sequined shroud’s perceived embrace obscured those gifts by dissipating hues. Dark waves, erased of any twilight trace, reflected stars in iridescent blues
until they bowed obeisantly in death upon the sand. Alone, I contemplate the wonders to be seen as ocean’s breath guides mirrored queues to quotidian fate.
No answers or epiphanies are mete as tide leaves bits of stardust near my feet.
S1/L4 did read: It seemed that evening’s last sunbeams had cried
S2/L3 did read: Dark waves, now robbed of any twilight’s trace,
S3/L1 did read: until they bowed in obeisant death
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Just Looking
In quiet reverie while on the beach I watched the vestiges of day subside through gentle swells; painting them mauve and peach. It seemed that evening’s last sunbeams had cried
before that sequined shroud’s coming embrace obscured those gifts by dissipating hues. Dark waves, now robbed of any twilight’s trace, reflected stars in iridescent blues
until they bowed in obeisant death upon the sand. Alone, I contemplate the wonders to be seen as ocean’s breath guides mirrored queues to quotidian fate.
No answers or epiphanies were mete as tide left bits of stardust near my feet.
Note: quotidian, for those needing to look it up, means a common day to day occurrence.
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