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
More by twoblueviolets
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Untitled Haiku
Mama/an eagle.
We/weasels/deer in headlights.
She flies on. We stay. -
Half-Remembered Memory
After Robert Frost's Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening
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"Bedroom" by Peter Brown
A room lit by one lamp,
shoes next to a wireframe bed;
an artist's home where art and time have made their stamp.
A room lit by one lamp
where the cozy gloom clamps
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