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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©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 

 

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The 3 of Us


There’s sentences I can’t say, so I’ll just drift away.

The words of the hollow, the follow me nightly as I go.
I was tempted, oh was I tempted, and I almost wish I gave in.
But I can’t say those things, you’d figure out the story of the month.
I can’t open my mouth, it’s stuck, lips stuck, sealed, repeal your actions.
Can’t you tell I knew going there I would see the truth, the resplendent majesty of sunlight.
In darkness I waited, gave delight, and I’m still a little caught, in the trappings of a knot.
Release me stranger, so I do not think of you in the way that I do
You are but to me now a shadow, but I think of you as a kind of friend.
And I pray you’ll find the answers, what more can I do for you then do the right thing.
Languishing in this goodness, I gained back control, because I cannot handle two of you.
One of you is fine, but still I pine, and want the thing I cannot have — you.
In air of coldness, ample waters deep, I shiver in adoration and I know when you go away.
I can get out and dry off, oh for the sounds of my teeth chattering, going cold and still in snow.
But at least I released myself, at least I took the road back from hell.
Give more, do more, I made the decision, do the the right thing.
But I want to stay for cuddles and clashes at the midnight hour.
But I’m broken already, point two, of the choices made.
Choose never lightly, choose thoughtfully, choose hospitably.
You have to decide, and I hear three heart beats, his, mine, and yours thumping madly.
And I hope someone loves you someday, so your not single and alone, I hope you find your way.
Before frost, turns, to ice, and the chill of loneliness prevails.