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Writer's Cramp, 04/02/26 |
| Prompt ▶︎ Still waters here, calm and deep, Waters where the Bluebird sleeps. Passing slowly, by air's soft beat, No control we, but flame's blue heat. From the mere's glassy gleam, Starfish sleep in murky streams, Sailboat races, white wing fleet, Tacking fiercely, the tide to beat. As they're caught in sudden tempest's claw, We shield our ears from whirlpool's roar. From waterspout's fangless maw, Pray for safety 'pon distant shore, Avow our will, our sins repent, Vent we flame, to speed descent. But borne again by merciless draft, Here we wait for lifeboat's shaft o' lightning, through the gloaming light, While here we echo Bluebird's plight. |