Poetic Bloomings: Sun-Stroked Thoughts

The mission today is to write in the form of an Abstract or Sound poem about this day at the beach.

The sand under my feet scrrrr
itches in places I can’t reach

the fish shaped kite flllllll
uttering in the blue sky  
lines of waves SWWWoooSHing
to shore  sure as night follows day
dreams carry me across the sea
sons, winter, fall, summer, spring
forth as my sleepy thoughts drift
wood on the beach bleached white
by a hot Tropic  of Cancer
causing sun.