Rat race exit.
#quadrille, #beachlife, #dverse
Moonlit beach calls,
Oceanic salt-spray,
Melts tensions, mind altered
Driftwood fire sputters sparks upwards.
Moonlit beach calls,
Waves crashing,
Shifting shingle,
My state of mind settling.
Moonlit beach calls,
Rat race rejected,
Praying at the altar,
No longer chasing own tail.
Moonlit beach calls.
© 21/04/2025 rog leach.
Hooray its quadrille time again. my favourite #dversepoetrypub prompt .
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Wonderful ♥️
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oh, I’d like to get out of hustle culture too – please lead the way
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oh to answer that call…
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mind altered in the best of ways, Rog. Need a getaway like this after the long, cold winter.
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Ph yeah
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🙂
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One can NEVER get out soon enough…or completely
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Agreed 👍
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Love how a bit of moonlight and sea can alter our goals and perspective. Good one, Rog.
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You are welcome.
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The repetition works – I can hear that moonlit beach too, Rog, the waves crashing and the shifting shingle’.
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It calls to us all
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Nature is the best thing to alter your mood.
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Always
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