I am wander a page spelunker wrapping fingers around verse immersed inside some other poet's writing finding something forgotten or missed a glance a sound a thought a kiss
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-verse-collector/
A place to gather words before they get lost.
I am wander a page spelunker wrapping fingers around verse immersed inside some other poet's writing finding something forgotten or missed a glance a sound a thought a kiss
for #OpenWrite https://www.ethicalela.com/the-verse-collector/
Stoic and focused on food at its feet, the stork embodies patience
A voice in the din; this is where we can begin to hold back the tide
for Algot
As much as five miles - a honeybee will forage far from the home hive
Merely a sliver of light against the night sky, reflecting the Sun
An amaryllis sleeps 'til spring, then lifts its head; a daffodil dance
Where to put the words without fitting them in slots, so the verse might breathe?
A grain standing strong against wind and drought, inside the Fertile Crescent
A pond, transient to Spring, sings itself to life: tadpoles to peepers
A child among ferns, a forest stretched forever in a map of green