dragon

slumber dragon shedding her

calloused scaly skincoat

the days toil worries

wondering writhing 

scratching twisting flipping 

     breaking free 

arising at dawn no 

memory of the struggle

only a damp tangle of 

bedding cast aside to 

     launder

hands free

sea calm hot sun cool breeze  

empty late September beach morning

a rare day hands free no weight

no tending to any someones need

the space between us quiet and without

blame separate/together mom and i

comb the sandy trail of treasures

left by the mornings receding tide

she searching bounty in perfection

me searching beauty in the broken

we breathing in deep of the deep

hands free to seek what we need

shells

i stop seeking

perfection in

the delicacy of

fragments on

the shoreline 

it is freedom to

surrender the 

(futile) mending of

the fractured 

together

and instead to

feel with 

my feet the

sharp edges  of

breaking

in the relentless 

steady coming 

forth of

the surf 

on the sand

and to seek 

not expected shapes 

(a constancy in

form) but the inner 

colors and curves 

unique to what

is made from

just one piece of

shattered

i stop seeking

perfection in 

the delicacy of

fragments on

the shoreline

This poem is in response to Tweetspeak Poetry's Monday prompt.  Click the link below for more original work and to listen to a great summer playlist!

http://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2014/07/07/sand-shells-sea-glass-poetry-prompt-playlist/#comment-106178