blossoming against the blue
of broody skies
truth will always rise
to find you
so……simply…… b-r-e-a-t-h-e
into sea salt dreams
change is brewing
stranded on the last slice of sea ice
these are the things they don’t tell us
you too will find your way
the sun will rise again
and I will be your trellis
Laura has asked us to create a poem using end lines of previous written poems.
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mishunderstood 
absolutely love how this flows from first to last
“the sun will rise again
and I will be your trellis”
Ditto Laura.
(I know I should make some personal comment, so let me just say this:)
I, too absolutely love the flow, and especially drool over the closer, all the way from the sea ice to the sunny trellis.
And you’re right: there’s so much they never tell us.
Meisterverse!
Lovely poetry, lovely.
Very nicely done, Mish. I love the thought in the last line of being a trellis for someone.
This is so uplifting to read, specially the last 2 lines Mish. Love your title too!
❤ ❤ ❤ There is an organic wholeness to this, Mish. Couldn't have turned out any better than if you'd written it that way.
This flows and is so upbeat and hopeful! The ending is phenomenal.
Mish, this flows beautifully and does not even wee bit seem like a compilation of contextually different twelve lines! Awesome.
Excellent flow.
Gorgeous, and the hopeful message really spoke to me! 💝
Yes, this does flow (like the sea) and the images recur as if you had intended this poem to happen.
I love the ending, Mish!
Perfect especially the last line ‘and I will be your trellis’
This is incredibly lovely, Mish! 😍 Wow! I especially love; “stranded on the last slice of sea ice/these are the things they don’t tell us.”❤❤
This flows so well, Mish. I would never guess it was made up of last lines. The final line is so lovely and poignant.
The closing is just wonderful love what your poetry gave you.
I love “sea-salt dreams”, and your ending is wonderful, Mish!