Sea Glass


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

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