Her footprints,
like stepping stones, lead towards
the shoreline where the lapping of the waves wipes
her final steps from view as if
never there.
No trace remains,
as she walks in the surf,
feet sinking into the soft sand,
waves gently covering her toes with their soft caress,
her feet washed clean if not her
mind.
Her thoughts,
drifting carelessly,
follow the pulse of the waves, ebbing and flowing
but without the pattern or intent
of the sea.
The beach,
calm and peaceful.
A haven from the chaos,
an escape from the noise and discord.
Tranquility surrounds and eases the turmoil that threatens
to overwhelm and swallow her.
Quiet.
The tide turns,
the waves receding
and exposing the doubt that lingers.
She takes a breath and leaves her uncertainty to the sea,
following the path already made,
yet suddenly seen anew.
Her footprints.
© Sara Murray, 30 July 2015
You can find this weeks #ThePrompt linky here. I do hope this week’s prompt inspired you; I look forward to reading your posts.
Beautiful, love it x
Thank you x
This is just lovely. I love how you paint the purpose of the sea–that it’s not only for calm and respite, but a chance for a new perspective as well. Thank for sharing this with us and for hosting #ThePrompt :) Hope you have a happy weekend!
Thank you Maria, wasn’t quite sure where it was going when I started :)
Beautiful words to accommpany a stunning photo, one to treasure. Mich x
Thank you Mich, although I wish I could take credit for the photo, I have to thank Unsplash for that one x
I love the rhythm of this and the way the verses work in waves. Very cleverly done.
Thank you Nicola x
Beautiful words
Thank you x
This is such a gorgeous poem and the structure set against use words seems to flow like the sea.
Lovely
Sorry I haven’t been able to keep up with #The Promp last few weeks, not sure where the time is going & the holidays are just whizzing by in a blur!!
Xx
Thank you Tracey x
I know exactly what you mean about time, the holidays are flying by!