white boat
tugs the children:
let us sail to the sea--
treasures await us. the sky calls-
bluest
of clouds,
cradling waters
warmed by shells, weeds & crabs-
buoying the children on its womb,
they're off--
Posted for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Challenge: Joaquin Sorolla
and Poets United
Poetry form: cinqauin (2-4-6-8-2 syllabic count)
