Eternal

Poetry Friday is hosted today at Carol's Corner.

I was reading some posts this morning. I stopped by Teacherdance to visit Linda's latest offering and got inspired to write this:

Poetry,

in a state of arrest?

No.

No need for resurrection

or defibrillation.

It lives each day

in a flow of words

from my pitcher.

It fills my cup, brimming

spilling over onto my page.

Poetry is eternal.

 

Poem Song

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A poem song

rose into the red

it bleed on rocks

and flower beds

it flowed on rivers

dark and deep

it flew on surface

mirrored trees

I watched it glide

I went on by

the poem song

sung its lullaby

A Flake in Fall

flakes fall
the first snow
cold on my head
freezing my toes
I stand in the air
I breathe
like a dream
the flakes
like vapor
disappear
dissipate
my discouraged hour
gone
I awake

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