Distraction of Time Ticking Away
Acrostic for the Dancing with Distraction Challenge
Daydreaming on a warm and sunny day
in the middle of summer
Sitting on the beach
Tracing lines and patterns in the sand
Relaxed...refreshed...revived
Awakening those lost feelings of
Calmness. the feelings that the normal day to day suffocates
Tracing lines and patterns in the sand
in the middle of summer, away from everything
on a beautifully sandy beach
Nothing but the peaceful distraction of time ticking away
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
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Comments (8)
Paul, you have been spitting out so many of these and they are all AMAZING! I think this is your challenge:) This one was absolutely beautiful and peaceful! This felt like a mini vacation. Your words are a portal to another world– but next time please include a real portal. Amazing work!
Ah, so peaceful. I really could do with this distraction. I think all of us would! Loved your poem!
A zen-like distraction.
These are the moments I live for... and need more of! There is a line in a Goanna song, "One of these days, I'm just gonna lie in the sun, but right now, I'm wondering does that day ever come?" and I have always felt those lyrics to the core. That's what you have managed to capture here, Paul. A moment of stillness and appreciation... the best kind of distraction. ❤️
Paul this is so strong. "the feelings that the normal day to day suffocates".. oof, man. Look out below. Truth bombs incoming. Amazing work, brother. 💙
Quite nice, Paul
Oh, I'm ready to live this scene. How wonderfully relaxing. You painted the perfect picture. Hopefully I'll get to go to the pool soon...similar feel :)
Excellent bro...