Once, I dreamt in fields of green in a world where all seemed serene following the tune of a magical harp today, the blades of grass feel sharp my heart aches and poetry hurts thoughts are tumbleweeds in the desert of my wandering mind....
written for dVerse hosted by De writing a 44 word quadrille incorporating the word "sharp"
It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know it’s cold and the ground covered with snow lake mostly frozen, remains open in spots there are two mallards with a goose mascot my heart feels heavy hoping they survive praying warm weather will soon arrive
It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know perched high on a branch caws a black crow darkness set in like a poem written by Poe and I wonder where the wild wind blows tired of all this grayness and nasty weather I day-dream of spring flowers and heather
It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know
I hear the songs of the weeping willow broken dreams, can whiskey warm the heart who will pick us up, when life falls apart surely the universe has a grand plan the phoenix has an amazing wingspan
It’s Wednesday, and this is what I know some days you just have to go with the flow
Today, wandering in a snowy vista a lone goose contemplates fate broken wing, she is shore bound pondering words, do they hold weight
Today, wandering in a snowy vista unfazed she stands on solid ground searching for words on the canvas of day listening to the trees creaking sound
Today, wandering in a snowy vista there is a poem in view with no words ruffling of feathers in the noon sunshine finding poetry in the majestic beauty of a bird