Inspired by challenges at Poet's Place Cafe, a forum designed to hone your writing skills. |
| Maverick We touch and from the darkest depth at the ocean’s floor a rumbling, churning, a tumbling, yearning, begins climbing to the surface. A frothy surging sea builds to its crescendo changing colors along the way. Ineffable as it hangs . . . . until it can hang no more then curls tumbles and rolls to crash upon the shore. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |