Left the tempest of the city
where projected ambition tangled with desperation
like freshly laundered sheets pinned to the line
straining to be free from polluted breezes
that saturated every fiber
Answered the call of an ocean of dreams
where the sweet and steady rhythm of the tide soothed
and wave after wave smoothed all the rough edges
like that broken pieces of glass, now polished and sleek,
capturing the light dancing in my hand
photo: Pixabay
prompts: MadVerse, Tweetspeak Poetry/City and Country
