04-19-2016, 05:24 AM
High praise, coming from you, Leanne. This poem had other inspirational streams than the prompt here. I have been worried about my own garden because April is so dry, so that was a natural start. And there is a weekly picture prompt on another site that I like to keep up with; the current pic is a tree trunk in a dry field, with a man's hat and a boy's shirt hung from it.
So I had extra help.
Now I have the treat in store of backreading today's entries here. A quick glance showed there is some fine stuff posted.
Some favorite jewels:
Favorite lines:
JM:
Look at this ocean, such lovely peacock colours
but when I cup my hand the water is clear.
That’s clever, I think. Same with the sky.
If only human eyes can see it, is it real?
Todd:
The fire burns our tongues
so that we only think we speak.
Teagan:
on a clothes line
strung
between stars.
Luna:
she is the universe, holding
A red giant in her hand; the rings of Saturn
Are her sisters drawn with Uranus breath and born from elephants.
Leanne:
The key unfolds. My words fill gaps
left in stone by the passing of a parasite.
Leaves are ground to dust beneath my heel.
So I had extra help.
Now I have the treat in store of backreading today's entries here. A quick glance showed there is some fine stuff posted.
Some favorite jewels:
Favorite lines:
JM:
Look at this ocean, such lovely peacock colours
but when I cup my hand the water is clear.
That’s clever, I think. Same with the sky.
If only human eyes can see it, is it real?
Todd:
The fire burns our tongues
so that we only think we speak.
Teagan:
on a clothes line
strung
between stars.
Luna:
she is the universe, holding
A red giant in her hand; the rings of Saturn
Are her sisters drawn with Uranus breath and born from elephants.
Leanne:
The key unfolds. My words fill gaps
left in stone by the passing of a parasite.
Leaves are ground to dust beneath my heel.