Trail of orange rinds...

Open link at dversepoets.com tonight where everyone contributes their "slant" on life through their poetry and any topic goes...

Orange rinds strewn 

leave a trail to the edge
of the island 

below the boardwalk
She sits on her knees bending 

in the sand, forms 
herself

into an upright  "W"

Reason for his no show, 

unknown - 
tightly she grips 
handfuls of sand, 
letting it sift through 

her fingers over and again

Little consolation

the evening stars, 
shooting and landing in the sea
.. it seems,

small distant splashes 

gold, grey, salient green

She walks between the large rocks,
anemones reach lazily,

floating seaweed trips toes, 
she stops,  listens for his voice,

steps on broken crab leg debris

- plunging into the salty sea 

headfirst, submerges herself, 
holds her breath 

til she can no more,

stokes into the night waves,

now the same color as the wet sand,

she goes to the beach blanket,

table setting for two,
basket of food 

and wraps a large shawl around 
her shoulders

to keep goosebumps, tears 
from welling

Canaries sing their nightfall lullaby,

glass souvenirs ride frothy waves 
of whiskey spiked butter cream light 

The namer of winds had none 

for the taut, maple sugary breeze 
that now plucked the silvery threads 

of a spider's swaying web -

sea and floral scents filter through 

palm leaves, 
balm for a newly broken heart, 

as she falls asleep counting 
velvet ribbons 
of night sky

Then morning cries - out loud
the old sun new again, warm 
promising, bright

she knows it's better
to be alone

than with someone who 
does not tally, hold his own,
want your company
- the tide ebbs, as she does -
island girl - bred by the sea