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It’s the way the blue blurs
her sharp edges, shirrs the corners
into slighter sway.
It’s the day she realizes all
is blessing, joy is now,
grace new each day.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides.
..
It’s the way the blue blurs
her sharp edges, shirrs the corners
into slighter sway.
It’s the day she realizes all
is blessing, joy is now,
grace new each day.
.
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
“joy is now” – that is the truth. I love “shirrs the corners” — just that word “shirr” is great!
Thank ya, ma’am. I love that word, too.
I would like to cordially invite you to join me and Shawna for the silliness mentioned below…
I miss your poems.
Yes! Please do, AK.
Beautiful. And so wise. We can be such stubborn stones.
P.S. I’m going to do a prompt for you every day in December, and it’s going to be hilarious. They can be tiny poems, but you have to do them. I promise to crack you up as often as possible with how offbeat they will be. Just one-word/phrase starters, like “crackhouse” or “Cornelius” or “caretaker of doom.” Maybe I will even make them alphabet themed. 😉
YES. This sounds fantastic. You are too much fun. LOVE.It. It shall be my early birthday present. And my poems shall be yours.
That’s my kind of gift. 🙂
We’re ten days apart, right? The 20th?
Yes, ma’am. You’re the 10th, yes?
Jes.
I woke up with ten poetry starters for you this morning. I couldn’t keep them all in my brain long enough to get them on paper, but I saved a couple. They’re upstairs, though. 🙂 One was maybe this new word:
(h)imperfection
You writing today?