
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a flower-strewn cliff-top above the sea, where a rocky outcrop, seemingly shaped into many forms and faces, looks out over the waves.
This week’s prompt ~ Guardian
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The guardian watches the sea,
Waiting patiently
For the return of old ones
Who long ago slipped away
Out to sea, speaking
Words of promise,
Words of return–
Not unlike your words to me.
Like you, the old ones
Will not return,
Lost in an ocean
Of time long forgotten.
They found new homes
Where to light their fires,
Burning away old, shriveled desires,
Burning away the salt of the sea,
And the dirt of old known shores.
The guardian waits,
Like a widow upon her widow’s walk,
Staring out to sea.
But as I have finished waiting,
I must walk away.
“Burning away old, shriveled desires,
Burning away the salt of the sea,
And the dirt of old known shores.”
Such wonderful imagery in this!
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Thank you!
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Thank you for this melancholy, yet pensive and beautiful poem, Annette.
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Thank you
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A superb response to the photo, Annette. Especially those last lines.
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Thank you, Sue. I’m honored by your kind words.
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They are meant, Annette.
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Thank you
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