Today, the suns not budging.
She rubs her Buddha belly
and makes foolish wishes,
glimmering till mid-morning,
mulish.
Until the mascaron mist parts,
and she slingshots,
a pebble skipped towards shore,
kissing fire into the waves
which start to roar,
furious to be separated
from the good luck orb
they so adore.
© 2023 | K.Hartless
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Magical immersive descriptions that really bring the scene to life! Beautifully written, K 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. 😊 I had a bit of luck myself catching some fresh imagery off the shore for New Years. I’d like to think I will one day wake up by the ocean every day.
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Sounds like a worthwhile goal to aim for! 🙂
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Love it. My fav line—“She rubs her Buddha belly”—very creative 😊
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Thank you, Dawn. I thought that image worked so well for the rising sun. Happy New Year!
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Yes good image choice indeed. Thanks 🙏🏽
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Love this, “Buddha belly” this gave me a smile and your writing always inspire and move me! 😊💖
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