Last Breath

Stem sticky sap, spent dandelion
clutched in blue-veined hand,
slowly raised to cracked lips.
Eyes wide, she blew, wishing not.
Seeds and tenuous wisps dislodged,
age-old secrets sent to God.

Ali - Dandelion

Officially day one of NaPoWriMo! A poem a day during the month of April, National Poetry Writing Day. Today the prompt is to write about secrets.

9 thoughts on “Last Breath

    • lillian April 2, 2018 / 8:52 am

      Sometimes what is unsaid is the most interesting! Glad you enjoyed, Shannon.

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  1. dornahainds April 1, 2018 / 6:35 pm

    Marvelous..😎πŸ₯€πŸ˜ŽπŸ₯€πŸ˜ŽπŸ₯€πŸ˜ŽπŸ₯€

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  2. JoHanna Massey April 2, 2018 / 5:56 pm

    Beautiful words andthe photo is perfect to accompany them. So well done Lillian. Thank you.

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