What I remember most is the ocean.
How in winter, waves would swell thirty feet,
reaching, tilting, then collapsing
to rearrange the beach.
And how we wouldn’t surf,
content to sit in the sand,
hand in hand
on a Friday afternoon,
and simply be.
dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille Monday #199
Pen a poem of precisely 44 words, to include the word “Friday.”
Thank you kindly! Beaches or mountains or both!
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Thank you, Lia! Yes, the waves on the North Shore of Oahu are pretty impressive! I was stationed there for about 4 years, and while I did surf some, I never got good enough (or brave enough!) to venture out in those conditions! A beautiful place to sit and watch the ocean though…
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Thank you, friend. sometimes I feel like I should always write with a strict 44 word limit… it really forces one to trim the fat!
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Thank you so much, De! I’m glad you enjoyed it and that the timing was right!
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