In a season of leafless trees and wet skies, here's a change of pace on this blog: some winter poetry.
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The Spark
Raindrops like
flowers of glass
clinging to twig latticework
A net of liquid pearls
against the opaque sky.
Unchained
slipping down like
unguarded
strings and strands of diamonds.
One lets go,
falling freely
spinning into space—
—a spark—
concentrating the
dull grey morning un-dark
to a single, fiery
flash—
an upside-down
world-mirror
that catches a glimpse of
hope—
breathing,
reflecting,
transforming,
reimagining the world in
one glass raindrop,
a vision in freefall.
I remember when you used to think poetry had to rhyme...you've come a long way girl!! :) It's lovely...
ReplyDeleteHaha. Perhaps I simultaneously expanded my imagination and realized I wasn't that good at rhyming in the first place :) Thanks!
DeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Posting poetry was, after all, your idea :)
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