A poetryless day where the
morning smolders with cold
mist. White shadow glides
around trees, cars, buildings;
figures emerge and disappear
as they walk to moments
of meeting.
The sun roves white
as the moon, then
becomes a thin rind
of lemon.
In the afternoon, lit by
its brilliance through
windows we eat
cheesecake and fresh
blueberry sauce
with crisp
sweet tea.
morning smolders with cold
mist. White shadow glides
around trees, cars, buildings;
figures emerge and disappear
as they walk to moments
of meeting.
The sun roves white
as the moon, then
becomes a thin rind
of lemon.
In the afternoon, lit by
its brilliance through
windows we eat
cheesecake and fresh
blueberry sauce
with crisp
sweet tea.
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(NaPoWriMo #7)
I really like this poem and the entire concept of your website. I'm an artists too and was just daydreaming yesterday about one day publishing my art and poems in a book.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, thanks for sharing your talents. I'll be checking back!
Thanks, Valerie. I, too, checked out your site, and enjoyed your NaPoWriMo poems.
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Looking forward to getting to know you, and your work.