Sand washes the horizon into a crisp baked shell
Crusted nights under stars
Where the sea life swims in moon gardens of life.
They come here
Dancing creatures through a haze of smoke
Whirling to the rhythm
Natures drumbeat kicking vibes in the air
Moving the atmosphere in a cloud of dust
Cities burn to ash and emptiness
Blowing on the wind
Of a moment never to be left behind
In a memory it rises up
Soaring above the crowd
A reborn Phoenix joins
The whale of space and time
Lingering like the scent
Cannabis wafts on heady clouds
Lost in a peace of a desert town of sand.
In the quiet peaceful woods I found a black button
And my memory returned to long ago to the soft sad bear,
Where had he gone or was he only a dream?
Childhood days filter through my head like a wistful dream,
I remember he kept losing an eye so she sewed on a black button.
How those fingers of hers gently stitched that favorite bear.
Many years she’s been gone, a thought too hard to bear
Yet she still soothes me through that dark recurring dream
Did she leave for me to find on that forest floor that small black button?
Last night I had a dream of a button and the sad bear and she too was there again.
Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo day seven:
The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.