We live in a chronic cocoon,
Existing in a perpetual state of change.
Every breath,
A butterfly effect.
Tides surge in never-ending waves.
Sandy beaches can only take
The bait.
So they lie down and wait.
But where the sand is fake,
Sinkholes
Of regret.
Then, inevitable death.
A butterfly effect.
And the sands break free,
Drifting from the beach,
Down to the muck,
Stuck.
Stable.
Able to collect –
A butterfly effect.
Written for Fandango’s One Word Challenge. August 9th, 2020;
Great imagery, Ashlie! I really liked this one!😁👍
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Thanks, Jim!
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Reblogged this on Masons Mind Menagerie and commented:
A great poem for my friend and fellow Author Ashlie Harris.
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