Swaying in cool roots
of white, I feed the earth
from my hands and bones;
the moonglow
on my skin roots
I am a tree of the debris
I eat the leaves in backdrops of the sun’s
buzz; rain does nothing
to me. Between stem and finger,
I desert you like a mosaic of bones.
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I was tagged by the inspiring Ingrid on Twitter to join in on a poetry party—one year of poems under the existing tag #APoemADay. Please do check it out if you feel inclined.
Beautiful imagery….
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome, Lucy.
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Lucy, if you don’t mind I’m going to keep the responses in a folder and maybe anthologise the best of them at the end of next year 😅I love this, what a strong start!
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I don’t mind at all, it sounds like a lovely idea! Thank you so very much. ❤️❤️❤️🥰
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Thank you for taking part! I’m going to start on Friday (hopefully) with a clean slate and a clear head 😅❤️🤣
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Sounds like a plan! 😁
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This is one of my favorites so far!
Wait, poetry party? I’ll bring the snacks!
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Aww, thanks.
I’ll bring the drinks. 😄
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Fantastic!
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Thank you very much!
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Beautiful writing! 😊
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Thank you!
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I have Fuzzy warm feelings for this one, bravo 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
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Thank you!
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