Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads
Micro-Poetry:  Dark Emeralds
Write a poem in no more than 10 lines.


unaware of blue mist dotting my face until
I inhaled salt of ocean.



About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are in the process of returning to New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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16 Responses to Unaware

  1. simple but so powerful – often the ocean has that affect – and I like how you’ve phrased this – it makes it feel like the writer and the reader are becoming one with the mist, the salt, the water – how interesting …. 🙂


  2. I’m pretty sure I just felt sea-spray on my face… And it is glorious!


  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Oh,delectable. I too thought for a moment that I felt it.


  4. M says:

    really good, Sara ~


  5. sanaarizvi says:

    This is incredibly penned!


  6. Gillena Cox says:

    Nice one Sara

    much love…


  7. Kerry says:

    This is such a perfect moment captured in words. Love it!


  8. I think I will take my vacation now.


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