Sometimes
Sometimes sun rays feel deliciously nutritious
in delightful ways upon my then titillated skin.
Sometimes early dawn’s ideal golden streaks
smolder atop the ocean in ways that awe me.
At those times, I flounder trying to unscramble
my power to articulate all my feelings convey.
When ocean waves cascade then fade crashes
with a blustering, continuing bombast-style,
it seems a brag of guile lacking any inhibition.
Sometimes my emotions sense a divine providence
of mysterious insist in a glorious, intricate sea.
Sometimes I feel an existing cryptic, dolorous and
lecherous content equally miraculous in sea depths.
At all these times I feel with breezed emotional might
that I am truly focused as a neophyte of life.
... CayCay
June 11, 2019
written for a contest that required the following words: 1. Neophyte,
2. Inhibition, 3. Flounder, 4. Dolorous, 5. Bombast, 6. Lecherous, 7. Providence, 8. Smolder
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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