{How to live on dry land when what you really crave are gills.}
..
breathe words. hold
bubbled syllables on
on hungry tongue.
swim sky. allow trees
to spin their secrets, un
-shelled in acorn, morning song.
sing breeze. the day
blows by with answers;
braid them loose.
wave moon. she’s waning,
but she’ll still
pull you through.
dive deep. this world’s more
green than blue,
but still: it’s yours.
..
Prompted by NaPoWriMo, Day 19. Hangin’ in there for crazy April. You?
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I usually dislike the NaPoWriMo prompts (I ignore them) but you this one interesting in an oceanic way. .
Truely magical
This! Is what you’ve been waiting for….what a perfect prompt for you, resulting in the bubbliest poem
Love! Unshelled secrets and loosely braided answers especially, when it comes to diving in our world.