Sand
Sand Sand sifts through my toes. Alone, where water meets earth, The sea calling my name. Darkness hides my sins. The moon listens to my sobs and the sea calling my name. This is my S post for the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
Sand Sand sifts through my toes. Alone, where water meets earth, The sea calling my name. Darkness hides my sins. The moon listens to my sobs and the sea calling my name. This is my S post for the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
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I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. “Day 10 has arrived: let’s end the course with a bang. Sonnets, chiasmus, the future — en garde!” I skipped out on both the sonnet and chiasmus, but I finally came up with something for “future.” The sun …
I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. “Day 9. That can only mean one thing: let’s make a list. With a pair of scissors and a map.” Today’s assignment is about landscapes, found poetry and lists. Here are my two tries at found poetry. I might …
I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. “What’s in your drawer? Let’s praise it (to its face) with odes and apostrophes. Hello, Day 8!” This is not actually something that’s in my drawer, it’s entirely imaginary, but my first try, an ode to my pencil, just …
I’m participating in WordPress.com’s Writing201: Poetry that finishes up this week. “It’s Day 7. Time to think about vowels, with your fingers. Prosaically.” Painting Her fingers, spattered with crimson and cobalt, merge with the brush. Stroke by stroke, she paints life onto nothingness in vibrant, pulsing hues. The colors stream …