Write poetry from prompts just for the fun of it; formal or free verse, you pick. |
When you’ll leap from the deep obeying nature’s verdict, you’ll feel the sap inside your stem, rushing the season, and you’ll know where you’re going. So you’ll open your eyes to the sun, appealing for detached rays of light; inside the vacuum-refreshed density of your universe, you, a galaxy of hope will change hue to dainty purple petals. And you’ll bloom, raising your neck from the patch left by the last snow, like the white space so important between the stanzas of a poem, welcoming what chance brings. ![]() Sig by karjia96
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