In the Womb's Flow
Sunset waters ebb and flow,
in shades of silver, gold and blue;
megaliths arise, greet periwinkle skies
while warm sands, traveling waves embrace.
Eyes cast upon the horizon lines,
greet gulls in heaven's play;
a cavern frames old Sol's facade,
as curlicue waves knit watery lace.
1-23-2023
BRIAN STRAND CONTEST NO 1178 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2023
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