Tonight the veranda is empty,
The city is quiet and the busy streets
Have closed their eyes for a while.
On the sidewalk below, a lone pedestrian
Walks his dog, the end of a long day
Folding itself between their footsteps.
A car rolls silently past, headlights
Beaming an illustrious glow
Into the night-fog like a convertible
Lighthouse, a ghost that rolls into
Some perceived distance and disappears.
The wind tussles my hair, lifting
Each strand from my face like the
Miniature roped masts of moonsails.
Somewhere out there I know
The water is still awake.
As the sound of the gulf chants
It’s mermaid squall toward the stars,
The sky spins it’s kaleidoscope of light
Against the silhouette of my soft shape
And a madness begins, distilled contrast
Of black upon white, a polaroid backdrop
Of sierras against the great plains;
The divine soil of majestic trees,
Ever-tending as an ocean-pulse.
How endless the prints we place
Upon the shore, each one erased
As quickly as the glittering flicker of time,
So fickle is the kiss of our solesUpon this unworn path, weary travelers.
Written from a prompt at Pink.Girl.Ink.
Also, if any of you poets know of a nice NaPoWriMo, please leave me a link so I can check it out.
This year I would like to participate in writing a poem a day for National Poetry Month.