Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Poem – Synchronocity – “Beach Day” #amwriting #flashfiction #poetry


Thanks to Roger Shipp for hosting FFftPP.

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Credit: Roger Shipp

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Sand beach, I bury my toes,

Sand squishes between them, I sigh;

Happy.

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Blue sky so clear, clouds like cotton, 

 Feel at home, reading trashy book;

Engrossed. 

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Hearing waves crashing in and out, 

Aroma of salt, sea; sun streams;

Sunscreened. 

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Scents of cocoanut and aloe 

SPF 100 or I’ll burn quick;

Smoothed in. 

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Floppy hat and Marilyn swim suit, 

Magazines read while the dog splashes;

Relaxed. 

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Blanket soft with a bit of sand,

Jackie.O sunglasses worn; 

Content. 

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Wet dog shaking everywhere, 

Angry crab in dogs mouth shook;

Laughing 

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Calm, tranquility; wading in, 

Ocean’s rhythm soothes, stops thinking;

Forget. 

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 Sky fading purple; ocean green —

Dark and ominous, storm coming;

Watchful. 

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Rain starts to fall, cold and loud, 

Taking umbrella down, packing;

Forced home. 

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Perfect beach moment gone for now, 

Sitting in the cabin, storm roars;

Rain pours. 

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Sleeping in silken covers, dog stretching,  

She’s bathed, we’re napping, resting time; 

Cuddles. 

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Three Line Tales: The Farmer and His Thoughts. #3LineTales #amwriting #thoughts


Thanks to Soya of 100 Words Or Less for hosting 3 Line Tales.

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Emiel Molenaar

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1.A  tired day dawns; I rose early so I could start mowing the fields, making hay before the sun shines; the morning air is crisp and there is a slight breeze wafting from the house, apple pie; how can I smell such a scrumptious flavour out in the fields?

2. In late morning, my stomach hungers for pie and for more food, something filling and some coffee; I find myself lost in my head, tired and eyes drooping from waking up at 4:00 am; there are still more fields to mow; shading my eyes, I observe the sky, such a clear brilliant blue; the beautiful sky illuminated by bright sunlight shock me, and I feel awake again.

3. It’s near the end of the day and my body is weary from mowing and all my other chores on the farm; I plan and ensure next year their is a bountiful harvest and more cows for milk and beef; yet I sigh, I dream a career change in my future ; but what does a lifetime farmer do? A man who didn’t graduate high school, how does he start a new? 

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