It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poet’s Pub and the writing prompt is the word harbor.
Harbor lights in the moonlight,
walking the shore with a rainbow
just out of reach,
Champagne for no other reason
than celebrating each other,
the way your blue-velvet eyes
seemed to glitter when you smiled—
these are the things I miss
most of all.
For some reason your sense of place was so strong I could hear fog horns and the chugging of tugs, and the lapping of the bay against the dock; good on you.
I love the understated nostalgia of the list poem specially: walking the shore with a rainbow
just out of reach.
walking the shore with a rainbow – I would love to do that. following it like a memory’s trail
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Ah….the harbor….the water….the lights….and the memories that walk along with oneself…the missing of you.
So well done.
Glad you posted to the prompt!
This is so beautiful! I m reminded of that song “Careless Whisper” by George Michael ❤
I so agree, Bjorn! Sometimes it seems like only the good things change and the bad stuff hovers forever.
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Ergo, the Ogre 
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