Jots and Tittles and other Random Things

Time to Recharge - poetry entry April - 13 lines

One may be the loneliest number,
But not when I'm recharging.
Sitting quietly picturing
A warm beach and sugar sand.

The blues of the ocean are such a treat,
They ebb and flow in constancy.
The waves frolicking on the surface
Hiding anything underneath.

Oh for the day of solitude,
No phone, no TV, no computers -
Just me, myself and I
Communing with the Creator

In the midst of His creation.

Written for The Random Poetry Contest.
April 2023 entry.
13 lines
69 words