poetry
“Writing a poem is discovering” (robert frost)
april brings spring showers
or snow storm’s blizzard
paths blazed across a fire
demon’s slayed in corners
of dust
introspection and thought
tears falling across dirt
and suddenly an explosion
grand and furious
green buds revealed
a month of words
formed across a page
inked into soft skin
echoed in thoughts
stretched and pulled
drawn out in colour
revealing
hidden
lost
found
defining a month of heartbreak
living days of relief
coming to resolution
hope’s sunlight dance
a smile for the wind that carries words across miles of flowing river dipped in raindrops soaked in crystals of ice
lavish me with air beaming swirls of life catching the tail end of a cloud’s winged feather as i move into may









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