The cool morning air woke me up as soon as I stepped out the door. I  listened to the murmur and soft lull of the ocean, with the occasional crashing of a wave against the rocks, and looked up. The sky was light up with colours: gold and orange, pink and purple, and all shades in between. And all the while, the birds twittered and chirped on the telephone wires. It is times like this that I momentarily forget the sorrows of this world, and my mind is transported to another, more beautiful place.

January 2018

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This is my first attempt at prose poetry, not sure if I'm doing it right. Any advice would be welcome.
I haven't updated in ages, I feel like my poetry mechanism has rusted up :)
But hopefully I'll be back into the swing of things soon, for a while I was afraid I'd never be able to write anything again.
Thanks so much for still reading my work, it always makes my day to read all your comments.
😘