Written for: NaPoWriMo – Day 11
Today, I challenge you to write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
Beach plums escort you
down a path to dappled
rocks, sand, and ocean–
motion of waves, ferocious
at times. Room at the top
of a hill, postcard view,
mesmerizing from dawn to deep
of night. Lighthouse visits, luscious
seafood, succulent home-made
fried chicken, and small shops
to browse. Sea air scent at bedtime
in which to drowse.
Do auras change color as you grow older?