Forever viridescent under a simple golden hue
Grass and trees and beautiful clouds that shape our world anew
Iridescent skies, viridescent earth, oh what a sunrise
Posted in response to the challenge Sijo Poetry.
Morning Thoughts
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On Our Sentences
One sentence, they wrote, and a hundred fingers set to keys and responded.
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learned defeat
sewing soft stitches in unnerved unsteady lines
still new at old practices, still young as the thread winds
around a needle’s head, through the almost-fabric like
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comforting
Familiar is this earthly language, these archives full to the brim.
It must be how the world got magic, these rhymes of life and limb.
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