Cubby offered up another poetry prompt yesterday. Murmur was the prompt that they gave me. I’m never very prompt with these prompts because I usually check my email in the morning. Check out hers. It’s fun and whimsical. I’m doing another one, which is much more fun and whimsical. I don’t want to be the depressing poetry blog guy. What am I? Edgar Allan Poe? In some ways, yes.
The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand
I crumble as the waves reach
Where you scribed your love by hand
Two sets of footprints have become one
The other’s were consumed by waves
I walk alone by the fading sun
I cherish the diminishing rays
You slipped through my hand
Now, you’re out of my reach
My feet sink into the wet sand
As I murmur to the ocean from the beach
Update: I finished the fun whimsical one. Here it is. Yes, this. This whole ridiculously long link will take you there. What? I wasn’t sure which part to make the link, so I made it all the link.
There is beauty in sorrow and sadness, and this is beautifully written.
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Thank you. It took an odd turn half way through. I’m still not sure where I ended up.