When the Door Closes

My secret life as a poet, writer, photographer…



Last week I hiked on a whim,
choosing a trail just above the sea.
I passed gulls gossiping like old men
and jumped crags deeper than a tall me
while the wind capered across the water
and light danced about the waves with glee.
Diverted, I worried the journey would end too soon,
but on rounding the bend, I found eternity.

Posted in Response to the Daily Prompt: Me Time
©2015 V. del Casal All Rights Reserved

V - Vista

Under the shadow of the steel bridge,
past, present, and future collide –
a vista of triumph and disaster,
optimism and despair.
And on this plane,
while the river agitates
through its gorge,
the red willows weep,
for tomorrow replaces today,
and now becomes then.


Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo
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