My Moment to Breathe


All I want is…

the sound of rolling waves

piercing parched and broken



the warm golden tendrils of

sand between solitary



the smooth curve of orange

frowning at its own reflecting



the taste of salt and wind

playing bittersweet on the



and the smell of life and death

dancing with a disappearing



*Inspired by Inspiration Art Flirtation 


9 thoughts on “My Moment to Breathe”

  1. This poem conveys feeling beautifully. I haven’t been by the ocean in years but you brought it all back – the sound, the taste, the feel, the sense of life and death and all things being in their own time and place. Thank you for bringing back that feeling of forever-ness.


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