Swept Away


A park perplexed

out in the blue

does beckon much

as smile forms

By water’s edge

a breath of all

to sit and sea

be swept away

The bronze-kissed slats

do cradle still

a thought and glint

be hallowed here

To pine a sigh

and take it in

the pull does reach

and pause recalls

Alas to sail

so far from there

but in mind’s eye

a rest remains.


Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Monday, March 19, 2018.

Image: By Water’s Edge by P.A. Moore.