Day five.
early wonder purple sprouts
sparkled gems of glass eclipsed like
little marvels; sunrise bumblebees
a hollow crown atop the ruby queen.
the blue-curled painted mountain is
a fringed mix of bull's blood,
mammoth melting sugar snow,
and acres, just acres of gold
We half long for nighttime.
Paint Poem
Day Thirty I like a poem because it's not like a painting. Because I'll confidently cradle something stainless; hold the exceptio...
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Day 2 Simple fingers to the string What a little thing to cultivate, unreal as it is; not to be seen or touched but felt, enduring, where so... -
Day Nineteen In our village by the mountain, there lived A man p eople called The Wrestler , It was long ago, when my dad was a kid. He - ... -
So, two weeks in and I'm somewhat surprised to find myself sticking at this poetry malarkey. In fact I'm enjoying it very much. To...
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