(an invisible poem in the key of C)
This poem cannot be
seen, only sounded
at a time, sung
in the key of clouds
sighs. She’s wise
in the ways of spirals,
the celebration of breeze.
She’ll seize this day in
Braille stars, the crease
at the center of the
Written for twiglet #112. Also making up for a missed dVerse prompt this week.
This is awesome. I especially like “seize this day yin.”
Love that last stanza.
Sung in the key of clouds—love this poem!
The key of clouds – what music could be as melodic.
An invisible poem in the key of C. – What a great beginning.