Poems can ring, rise upon sun and moon
or bring momentum to an errant flame.
Maybe it falls face first, mangled too soon
its sound wailing against the sting of rain.
Dawn will singe your senses, set them all free
perform song and acrobatic dances
cry out in celebration, yours to see
Rhymes scatter silently like forgotten fancies.
The wilderness rings bright with poetic voices
Sublime and reverent sounds echo through the trees
Words of wonderment and great rejoices
Poetic dreams elope on shifting breeze.
Ideas and thoughts float light as a feather
Our words will often weave them lovingly together.
Alison Jean Hankinson
This is a shared piece of poetry in response to Jilly’s July Challenge.
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I didn’t manage the anagram bit…but I did complete the sonnet that was begun by colourfulpen.
Sorry I didn’t manage the anagram bit.
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Nice second half. I especially like the line: “poetic dreams elope on shifting breeze”. Thanks for joining in.
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That’s the same line that caught my attention, “poetic dreams elope on shifting dreams.” What a great line! You did such a lovely job with this!
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Thankyou sorry about the anagram though
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Alison, I had to cheat to do it – no worries! I hope that you will write a half poem and post it!
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