Pulling plants from a cerebral shore,
I pound roots into a murky mess
sinking to the bottom
of a shallow pan of pathos.
Swinging the silt in a sacred spiral,
I clear the water
and wait-- hoping
to find some semblance of gold.
Inspired by Monday Musings: August 11, 2014 -- Image Prompt
A Promise Kept
Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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Post-it® Poem from April 30th on a 3x3 note. And that's it for this year! :) Thanks for following along...
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