Morning

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Surrounded by the mist of morning

I sit on deck of the "Matthew"

sipping coffee from a tin mug

wrapped in a hand towel to
protect my hands from burning
but thin enough for me to feel
the heat penetrating to the palms
of my hands
I hear the sound of small splashes
as the early birds dive beneath the
bay's surface for their morning meal
and once in awhile their muffled
messages reach me
sweet sounds in the mist
As the boat rocks me like a cradle
I am at peace and unhurried
Until the sun burns away our cover
the bay, the "Matthew", the birds
and me
are content
to be


"ellecee"




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Prompt Nights – Summer sets upon earth’s bosom bare –

Rest in Dreams

I rest in dreams

sleep interrupted

by other lives

Sometimes drifting in the ocean

floating calmly on an endless sea

Sometimes lovers catch me out

oh the bliss of limbs entwined

wanton and careless

unmindful of care

Nightmares too

An angry sea engulfs me

carries me away against my will

Yet somewhere in my heart I know

this too, 

a temporary life

and I will be

let go

"ellecee"

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Rest in the sweet sauce of labor

Moon Walk

We walk the summer path, hand in hand. The moon is full; it's ancient face peers down at us. Watching. The field around us is luminescent; silhouetted critters scurry as we come near. We are silent; our world is silent; on the precipice of change. It's to be our last night together. You have been deployed.

Silver moon waning

all below is quickening

leaving life to chance

"ellecee"

Inspired by Sanaa at

Prompt Nights