Clouds blew their brains out
overhead and drifted apart.
I cried for my part
in killing something beautiful.
Another beach day,
the lost criminal art.
I never believed in airy
penalties or sand castle pity,
personal truths or the
shameful rip tides
true love desires.
Sunbeams squeeze out,
lemon drops,
too sour to inspire.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
lovely poem, beautiful photo. ❤️
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Thank you, John. 💜
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Beautiful language and imagery, K. 💜 It’s lovely.
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Thank you, Jeff. 💜The beach is quite the illusionist. I’m enjoying its mystical ways this week.
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You’re welcome, K. Ah, indeed, and agreed. That’s great, keep on enjoying. 💜
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Thank you.🌊☀️🐚
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quite an eruptive poem with a brilliant, brilliant ending —
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Thank you kindly, John. I was trying to capture that burst, that sunset moment.
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you did well 🙂
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Love this K. Wonderful images and mood.
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Thank you, Marion. The initial line was the the inspiration, and I just let the line out on this one to see what other weird ideas it might hook.
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Very emotional ❤️
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The sunset can be so dramatic. That end of day trauma is all fictional, anyway.
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Wow, your poem captured me from the very first word! Beautiful poem and picture!! 💕💕
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Thank you. I am so glad you enjoyed this beachside write.
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😸😸😸
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💜
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Fantastic! 😍
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Thank you, Tiff. 💜
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