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Morganna posted an update in the studio
a week agoThe NWP NaPoWriMo Writing Festival Enter now
from vernal gardens
a cinematic photograph
opens
our unlaced shoes
soaked soiled
reminders
spiraling embers
we climb these stairs
slide down over
railings
he has worked for a living
hardened his hands
ceramic chasms
his pipe is a wind chime
rustic doors lead us
his scared toolbox
accordeons are weeping
he stitches into leather
bovine hides hide
there are miracles
risen from his devotion
his work frock tar stained
welding iron summoning
fire flies swirl
traces of timber
tuning and urning
the hourglass
closer towards
our forefathers
he is in every tone
I listen to the tales
told by each sapling
from his branch
in this family tree
he stares over
edge of his monocle
only a while
he is wisdom
helping me
to pass this on
he gave me simplicity as a key
telling me to just be
among these fair haired ones
beech and birch
have welcomed him
he is home
at last
I think number 14 of 30
Pablo, Tina and 2 others2 Comments-
Yes R…
That is number 14..!
Tis a balm to my soul to read you…
(I will be keeping track but feel free to write more than the 30 if you would like…)
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@Cipher_O Perhaps Most likely I will do so, I keep forgetting to number the poems. These last ones are written more intuitively, in memory of my grandfathers, bright blessings R
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