The warmth and coolness
of sand enveloped my bare feet.
The silky feel of pure whiteness,
rubbed my skin to the top of my fe
Atop the dunes, majestic horizon

Have you heard of a writer’s block
I wondered... I thought it was a
Suddenly, I’m taken aback...
Inflicted and being attacked!
Let’s watch the clock.............

Checkered pieces of land
can be seen from above...
million puzzles: pieces in green,
red and brown flats,
stitched together

He hurled his contemptuous insult
With regards to nothing.
She played and danced with the tun
and they both roared in laughter.
They smoked the house with thicker

Her back could only bend so much..
'neath him she braved the peril.
Attached to the barrel
Her grasp to such.
Strength wavered,

Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll lay;
Don’t let the waves carry me away.
When the sun comes up,

It was dark, but comforting
in the place where I once was.
Looking forward to see the light
and maybe breathe the air—
I was weightless—

The crimsoned branches of the plum
stretching out vertically,
The pears’ luscious greens flutter
as the breeze tickles the branchin
The grape vine’s sprouting leaves

Click, clack, click, clack
Lonely click-clack of an old clock
Above the column of this room,
Recessed to the wall as if entombe
I took the key to wind the clock

The storm of the night abated to t
Silver lining of clouds highlighte
deep dark canvas above...
soon to bare clear starry sky
with twinkling stars