the bustling harbor slows to a crawl,
evening has come
fishermen mending and stowing nets
seaguls mingle with the locals, staking their claim
artists and poets camped out
taking it all in
snatches of life held in time to be visited time and again
Pat R
9/24/18
For dVerse Poets Pub where Lillian is hosting and the prompt word is “Harbor” for a Quadrille, a 44 word poem created by dVerse.
Pop over, read a few, write one and enjoy😊
We are at the back end of the summer. Vacation eases to a close. It feels as though it has mostly been a stormy summer. The garden loves it though, It’s gone wild. Today it’s time for a day at the beach. To be wrapped in ocean breeze and be reminded how small a part I play in this space. Waves scramble ashore, erasing footprints. Tiny gulls rush in for newly arrived treats, and the sun makes the smoothe sand shine.
sound of waves
treking through my dreams –
summer day
Pat R
8/05/18
thoughts and entanglements 
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