Magic of Old Men’s Stories

Prompt ~ http://play.magneticpoetry.com/poem/Poet/kit/

Magic night of old men

(Still boys at heart)

Their desire is only Time’s

Lingering embrace, beauty

Of redwood trees, any ocean’s

Beauty of sea-sprayed lather

Above, milky pink sky-show

And fishing…always fishing

Ask about those things

They talk on and on

I fall into the sparkle

Of their eyes…adventures

Remembered

Their storytelling invokes

Salt-tang, woodsmoke poetry

Symphony of masculine language

Voices gentle and husky…

Some men trudge through life

Others let true spirit soar

Lusting for loveliness

Uncomplicated

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations,  2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Heart’s Mirage

Gratitude to Mitchel David Ring for permission to use the phrase “night of spice winds” as a prompt.  Please click link to read his fabulous poetry: https://thelightison.blog/2020/02/12/as-above-so-below/

Wrapped in silk mirage

Heart’s night of spice winds fragrant

Undulating palms

 ©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Returned to the Sea

Three Line Tales, Week 212

photo by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash

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The sea had called her since birth…whether due to flawed seamen fathers, or Divine seed in her blood.

How her heart yearned, ached to be with it and never leave… “oh, to be a mermaid”, her childhood wish.

The rock was high and firm above magnificent waves—their melded colors mercurial, gemlike; but when twilight wrapped its cape around her, she heard the siren’s sing-song melody…and slipped into salt-rich beckoning depths.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.