There was beautiful sunshine and fragrant air,
A cool breeze teasing my unruly hair.
In I slowly put my hand ,
Picked up a fistful of golden sand.
Merry times on a beach, splashing in the
waves !
Blend of fun and love any girl craves.
Not a care anywhere in sight,
My life never seemed so bright.
Slipping through my fingers, cannot hold
forever..
Hurtful words I should not remember,
Cling onto the tender love and laughter.
The sun will rise again the night after.
I grope again in the space,
I know I have myself to brace.
Broken pieces of a dream..
Surges my agony in a silent scream.
Written for The Last Mixed Bag
I enjoyed the contrast in moods between the first two stanzas and the last two. "Silent screams" are sometimes the loudest!
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary. Yes, indeed silent screams are from the deep ends of your heart.
DeleteHurtful words can certainly be harmful, even in memory.
ReplyDeleteYes, hurtful words are hardly forgotten and they continue to hurt relationships.
DeleteWow, the sands of time hold both good and bad memories. Which to choose? What to do? I like your response to the prompt.
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Thank u Kay.
DeleteBad memories will hopefully fade as the ocean brings the waves in and out bringing new sand and taking some of the old.
ReplyDeleteyes...every wave is a new experience..
DeleteDarn those moments happen...life will be sunny and then clouds either from new pain or memories of the old. Wonderful piece
ReplyDeleteThank u :-)
Deletebeautifully preserved emotion... enjoyed reading it...
ReplyDeleteKeep Rhyming...
Cheers :)
Thank u :-)
DeleteGreat piece--I so enjoyed it and thank you for visiting my blog!
ReplyDeleteThank u...and thanks for visiting here too..
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