walking the plank–
deserted pier,
surrounded by
the aquaclear
sandy waters
settle,
ripples slow
time,
symmetrical reflections
coax new perceptions
to rise
imperceptible shifting
brings equilibrium back,
balance natural,
no longer an act
at the end of the plank
nothing but benevolence,
I hesitate longer
and revel in the sentence
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
I love both the poetry and the photo, Laura. It was really cool how you even used formatting to emphasize your words in the second stanza. Your gentle words lull us readers like the ocean waves. What a creative rhyme in the final stanza with “benevolence” and “sentence.” Your choice of “sentence” as the final word leaves me with a wonderful sense of uncertain as I try to decide if “sentence” refers to a collection of words or to a judgement rendered that resulted in your having to walk the plank.
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Thank you so much, Mike, for sharing your varied reactions with me. I smiled from your wonderfully accurate sense of uncertainty in that final ambiguity. 🙂 💕
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I guess it sort of shows that I had a liberal arts education and spent a fair amount of time analyzing literature. 🙂
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Yes, it always has. And when that merged with your photography, you were not hard for me to find. 🙂 I always enjoy your posts. 💕
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Oh gosh. What a cool picture.
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No fair! That’s exactly what I was about to say about your Ray Blue quad! 🙂
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