Poets United prompt #79 is unique. I had a little something to do with this one. Funny, I could easily write my poems ahead, but I never do. I find a photo that I think could be interpreted in various ways. I post it, on the first Thursday of the month. Earlier, I scratched down some ideas, but had to run errands, pick up my daughter from school. The house is now quiet and I'm attempting my prompt. I still didn't go in the direction that I first planned. I needed to let ideas stir and see what else might come into view. Wanna know a secret? I didn't take it on the beach. I took it on my deck table, not quite the look I wanted, but the light was good. Did I fool you? Probably not...
Life spirals in our daily rounds
tossed and turned memories churn
salty brine flows
parting gifts to linger in life's hands
in soul's watch
jewels sparkling in liquifying light
ribbons of cascading brilliance
open your eyes
to the chamber of one's own grace
Listen to the lullaby of life
there is still time...
Ordinary dust churns like ocean's sand
mine it like panned gold
extract the deposits
cradle your joy
filter the gifts
of living another day
only those with soft eyes
* I wanted to add, but not in my poem. I also think the view on Earth, can be hell.