My hand cools under the surface of sugar-white sand.
The familiar scene and crashing waves do not calm; they bring sadness.
My heart is lost.
This is no longer home.
Trifecta Writing Challenge: 33 words about anything you want. Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier.
I would miss these beaches terribly if I had to ever leave.
ReplyDeleteoh,how sad!One can see the narrator's pain-well done in only 33 words:-)
ReplyDeletePoignant and lovely poem. Looks like a west coast Florida beach.
ReplyDeletewait what?? Surely you are not growing unhappy in Florida? But I can totally relate.. Sometimes things change more than we are ready for them to. Or perhaps we age and learn more about who we are and what we need in our becoming..
ReplyDeleteSo sad, but beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThat's sad--that a place of comfort is no longer so )':
ReplyDeleteSigh. It's not my home anymore, either. Hope things are well with you Tracie. This is lovely and sad. Thanks for linking up.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the sadness (homesick, perhaps?) I hope the person finds 'home.'
ReplyDeleteNice piece. I can relate to this sadness.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how much I get that.
ReplyDeleteLove the hand cooling under the sand.
The feeling of 'not being at home' at your own home is terribly sad. Lovely piece.
ReplyDeleteThat was really sad. :( Hugs Tracie.-The Dose Girls
ReplyDeleteIt's perfect writing, Tracie.
ReplyDeleteHome is never the same after you've been gone for a bit. Even if everything still looks the same, somehow it's not.
ReplyDeleteGood job--that sense of forlorn-ness really comes through.
This made me feel incredibly sad. xo
ReplyDeleteSo sad it would be terrible to have the feeling of not being home when a person is in fact home............
ReplyDeleteOh!!!! Beautiful, painful, perfect writing. But it makes me super sad too!!
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