I’m watercolor, mere splash of self,
leaking runnels of prussian blue
From eyes that no longer see.
My skin blurs and smudges
My outline obscures.
Awash in mauve
I dissolve
Into
dew.
Ptompt: Write in a specific form – the nonet.
These are the 30 poems I wrote during National Poetry Writing Month, 2020. (NaPoWriMo)
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Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting To feel that waking is another sleep Blind go the days, but joy will see Wh...
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When I was pink and very new Wee fairies flew about my bed to sing their songs of mist and dew and weave their spells around my head They s...
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