I am a speck
In the float of fairy dust
Swept in spirals
Iridescent futility
Give me some gusto
Please
The sun dazzles me dizzy
On cloudy days
My eyes tire of the roll
My firefly flicker is
S-l-o-w-l-y f-a—-ding
While you dangle, debonair
Among the diamonds
You and your crescent grin
Written for Lill’s poetic prompt, “Razzle Dazzle Me!”. Not feeling very sparkly lately. Thought I’d blame it on the moon.
Image credit: pixabay.com
Her storm gathered strength
Brewing between head and heart
Her mind, a flywheel of thoughts
Spinning relentlessly
Energy wasted on the rain
And the flash floods of her life
~
She could feel her sun beating
Teasing her reckless thunder
Warming the zephyrs of her past
Taming the tempest
She surrendered to the blue sky
And gathered her fallen branches
~
At Dverse Poet’s Pub, Claudia challenged us to use bold images and metaphors to create a strong visual impression in our work.
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