Rodeo Beach
Watching the clouds part the sky
With the quickness of a train on a straightaway
But a fluidity all their own
Pieces of human verbiage pierce the sound of the crashing waves.
Whatever.
Nothing can disturb my peace.
Gravel crunching next to me
In my sheltered hideaway
Does not drown out the ocean’s call
Nor dull the lighthouse horn.
The buoy rings unevenly
Daring ships to near
And still the clouds pass ‘bove my head
My peace a constant partner.
Written for Trifecta: Week 109
Write between 33 and 333 words using the following word, 3rd definition
WHATEVER
1. (pronoun) a: anything or everything that
b: no matter what : regardless of what
Used in questions that express surprise or confusion
2. (adjective) a: all the
b: any ; any … that
Used to refer to something that is not known
3. (adverb) Used to show that something is not important
Nice imagery. A welcome message for today.
Oh, thank you, Cuhullen. Yours is a welcome message as well.
Keeping peace in spite of the noise around us (or inside our heads) – terrific!
Not easy to do in any environment. Thanks for stopping by.
I grew up next to the Atlantic Ocean. The lighthouse horn was like a lullaby. You captured the essence of that life perfectly. Lovely work! Thanks for brightening my evening with such fond memories. 🙂
Thank YOU for your comments and letting me know how it affected you. Wonderful.
Beautiful!
Thank you!
You wrote a peaceful scene. I love it.
thank you!
We all need a bit of that and I got it reading your piece. Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for letting me know. Glad you got it! :O)
Lovely bit of serenity.
Yes, it was.
I’d like to go there. You gave me a few moments of peace!
Glad I could. It’s an awesome place.