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.
Very nice. Interesting!
Thank you.