In celebration of my friend Vinitha Dileep’s two hundred and seventy-eighth edition of Fiction Monday, I wrote a little something on her prompt: Drift. Vinitha is a fine poet and a longtime blogging friend. Please be sure to visit her site, Void Thoughts.
On lifting a seashell to my ear, I heard a poem whooshing on a tide…water or just the blood coursing through my veins and rushing past my eardrums? You decide.
Balance in Nature
Grey seabirds bobbing on a tranquil sea— horizon out of reach, no change of scene or sound breaks hazy dawn's monotony. Adrift, a sea of troubles roils, foams as whitecaps seethe and day gives way to gloam the silent, placid whale swims deep, to roam the vastness of an undiscovered deep green forest, sunlit kelp and creatures keep slow time, and even sharks drift, dreaming, sleep. We humans drag our toes on shifting sands traversing gold-flecked shores of distant lands— a fragile peace, like seashells in our hands held precious, broken, full of promise still an offering, a vow: "We will not kill; we'll heal the world together if you will."
Amazing poem, Mrs. Jahangri!
Thank you, Godwin!
What a beautiful poem, Holly! I’m so glad you decided to respond to the prompt. Thank you so much for the shoutout. You are so kind. 💛
Ah, Vinitha, the real “kindness” was in the persistence it took to leave a comment on your blog! LOL WordPress.com hates me, I think.
No, in all seriousness, I always mean to write something for your prompts. Then life intrudes, and next thing I know, it’s the next Wednesday. I’ll try to do better. Thank you for visiting! And thank you for the kind words. ((hugs))