It's all one big continuous adventure
The root of the tipping world
off to the east
from the black currant,
how vast amiss
The temporary blindness and fractured fragments
Fall flames flicker,
tumbleweed and pine bark wander
the lights are dim,
the water is shallow
Light pours in,
Flashbacks begin
from the source,here's what remains
The Earth will blossom again
Abby, your poem is so good. I agree with your golden line!
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Golden line: how vast amiss.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what this means, but I love these words strung together. It makes me thing of a large expanse of space where something -- I don't know what -- is just a little bit off kilter.
I like the line light poors in and flashbacks begin.
ReplyDeleteMy poem was about what the world is like, and then we remember what it was, and how we will change it
ReplyDeleteI agree with Patrick
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