as the animal blossoms
a wild moon breathes out
this soul follows secret winter
wither, ancient spirit!
murmur and wander no more
——
for
Specks and Fragments/Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
All Hallows’ Eve Poetry Slam
floating and leaving no trace
as the animal blossoms
a wild moon breathes out
this soul follows secret winter
wither, ancient spirit!
murmur and wander no more
——
for
Specks and Fragments/Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
All Hallows’ Eve Poetry Slam
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…nevermore
😉
I”m not sure what it means, but I love the line
“this soul follows secret winter.”
With these magnet poems, I never know what they mean. I just get feeling, you know?
The words just arranged themselves. All hail the Fridge Oracle.
Exactly. I like the feeling, even though I didn’t know what it meant. It sounds mysterious. 🙂
[…] Crow, “wither, ancient spirit” […]
That what’s so great
Words have meaning
But art sometimes is the moment
Great one crow
The bottom of the morning to you
The Sheldon Perspective
Thank you, my friend. I hope you are surviving by the grace of art.
Yes I am
It’s the only way to fly