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.
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.
Gorgeous.
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Thank you! π
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Oh . . . there’s a lot of unsaid story in that one — lovely.
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Sometimes what is unsaid is the most interesting! Glad you enjoyed, Shannon.
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Marvelous..ππ₯ππ₯ππ₯ππ₯
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Thank you!
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Beautiful words andthe photo is perfect to accompany them. So well done Lillian. Thank you.
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Love it!
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