Day-13
NaPoWriMo-2025
There is something ephemeral about seashores.
Especially, the sandy stretches of vastness.
The grainy hues of the sand and the azure waves,
Embrace one and breathe life into the universe.
Magically, how the dry sand seeps into life,
Feeling a little philosophical in life.
Mating and rejuvenating the sweet spirit.
The sepia footprints dreamily get embossed.
The silvery glints resonate in symphony.
The rapturous winds and blue waves swirled and embraced.
Soft sand, the lush verdant palms, and the horizon
Smiles along an orange ball on the horizon.
Conjoined elements, invisible boundaries,
It is an orchestra of sound, waves, and fragrance.
Reflect the survival of universal truth.
Blessed, all with abundance and ebullient grace,
Nature, beautiful, bountiful, and full of hope
Freedom of ownership and the spirit of hope.
Participating in : NaPoWriMo-2025
Prompt: Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting and (as far as I know) self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.
How precious this all is. thank you.
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