Thursday, July 28, 2022

Once there was pink

once there was softest pink watched from a white shore across aqualine ripples - gentle, calm, perfect serenity embracing the coming of navied fragrant frangipani night - sweet dreams and a nearly certain dawn unfurling a satin ribbon of tomorrows - now - sunsets turn crimson, blood fired forecasts of death dancing -a dismissed nightmare no longer -gentle pink perpetuity glows only in reached for memory ... and occasional faith in forever


  1. This is beautiful, Pearl! I love "unfurling a satin ribbon of tomorrow . . ."

  2. Ah, I could wish I didn't agree so much with the symbolism you find in sunsets, at least recently. An interesting way to use the prompt, and beautifully said.