and with a rush of inconsistent bluster
the beach umbrellas riffle wildly at the cafe
as diners hold their napkins down their eyes in unison
seek the clouds blowing swiftly from the southwest
it is a warning to seek shelter against
this uncertainty we can see and feel

i love all ur poems

miss u sweet lady

Hello beautiful! How are you sweetie?? I miss you too....work has this nasty way of interfering with my posting unfortunately...grin....

i hear ya lol
always good to see u

Same here sweetpea! And that's yet another good pic of you cutie pie!

A SUN IS STILL SHINING BUT MOMENTARILY UR OUTLOOK WAS CHANGED, WIZARD, NICELY WORDED.
I'm laying on the warm white sand of Venice Beach feeling the sun lightly brush my body and face and I imagine no greater happiness than the happiness I feel right at this moment. Eyes closed, I listen to the waves crash against the shore washing away the night time cries that linger in my head. The other children are playing in the white water but not me; I'm content to listen. I love it here. There's a natural music in the air and I feel the ocean mist against the bottom of my feet. These are the moments when life is real, when I'm real and feeling clean and alive. These precious moments make me feel part of something bigger and better than I can ever be. I roll over and bury my toes in the warm sand, snuggling deep into my towel and enjoying the rays caressing my back . The sun touches little girl skin often bruised, disguising the faint purple that remains. We've been here for hours, but, oh god, please, don't let us have to go back! Let them forget I'm here. I want to revel in the clean air and the cool cool water! Let me forget any world other than this one that exists for me right here, right now. I lay contented until I hear heavy breathing over me and raise my head slowly looking into angry blue eyes glassy once again. I smell the faint stench of whiskey from his breath as he snarls “get your ****, we're going.” As I awkwardly get up and dust the sand off my knees, I am stunned with the realization that the sun ... is no longer shining.

Talking about heartfelt and being right there what a visual good write

Beautiful Ms Wizard which I could give ya better dreams!!!

I'm laying on the warm white sand of Venice Beach feeling the sun lightly brush my body and face and I imagine no greater happiness than the happiness I feel right at this moment. Eyes closed, I listen to the waves crash against the shore washing away the night time cries that linger in my head. The other children are playing in the white water but not me; I'm content to listen. I love it here. There's a natural music in the air and I feel the ocean mist against the bottom of my feet. These are the moments when life is real, when I'm real and feeling clean and alive. These precious moments make me feel part of something bigger and better than I can ever be. I roll over and bury my toes in the warm sand, snuggling deep into my towel and enjoying the rays caressing my back . The sun touches little girl skin often bruised, disguising the faint purple that remains. We've been here for hours, but, oh god, please, don't let us have to go back! Let them forget I'm here. I want to revel in the clean air and the cool cool water! Let me forget any world other than this one that exists for me right here, right now. I lay contented until I hear heavy breathing over me and raise my head slowly looking into angry blue eyes glassy once again. I smell the faint stench of whiskey from his breath as he snarls “get your ****, we're going.” As I awkwardly get up and dust the sand off my knees, I am stunned with the realization that the sun ... is no longer shining.