In response to secretkeeper.net’s challenge # 172, to use the five prompt words in a poem or story.
BED, FLARE, SEEK, GAIN, WAVES
A bout of hysterical flare up
sends me scurrying to the
shoreless ocean bed, where
I seek solace to pacify the heated mind.
Perched on the rocky cliffs,
gazing at the magic of the shimmering waves
listening to the gentle whispers of the breeze
sets me free from the emotional bondage.
The halcyon blue expanse, lulls the untamed ire.
Amid the naked waters, silent sands
and moments of solitude, I attain a sense of peace,
drowning in its wondrous depth.