Other, Poetry by Sarah

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Eventually bruised skies heal…
but not before the storm arrives.
It starts off slowly, gathering
cotton ball clouds now dipped in ink.

Such ominous light belies that
eventually bruised skies heal.
Rain…pittering, then pattering,
soon pelting; jabbing like needles.

Bellows from otherworldly bowels
partner jagged bolts to announce,
eventually bruised skies heal.
A last gust exhausts its fury.

Shyly, sun peeks through shades of blue.
Clearing; a transformative arc
tied up in bows of the spectrum
eventually bruised skies heal.

By Sarah ©2024

W3 Prompt #122:
Wea’ve Written Weekly

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

Transformation

“Sand is possibly something you take for granted; it gets in your hair and your clothes and all over your food at the beach. But sand is also fascinating. Sandy beaches are dynamic: sand accumulates slowly over time, can be removed from the beach by large waves during storms, and can be redeposited back on the beach from offshore banks during calm periods. Sand is typically made mostly of varying amounts of material weathered from inland rocks, and/or shells and other hard parts from the ocean water (e.g marine organisms).”

Source: Saltwater Science

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Image credits By Sarah ©2017

Over time, this shell, will be transformed and form part of this sand.

 

Prompt: Daily Post, Weekly Photo Challenge- Transformation