Picking up the internal slack,
invoking an inward tension
that emboldens one to face the day
and the prospects of oncoming ones.
Wet cheeks reveal visible cues,
flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf:
. . . existing surrenders,
like a sparkled after-rain,
bringing a moist crystalline relief
that fills the cracks
and mends the broken places.
As I read this, I imagined
As I read this, I imagined late Spring clouds dividing to reveal shafts of sunlight! That is how evocatice your writing is.
Starward
That is a splendid movem and
That is a splendid movement and image! Poetry is to be reveled in and elevated with! Thanks ever s kindly.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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