Thursday, January 2, 2025

these are poems

these are poems
pulled from
fading metaphor mist
deep pocket hidden
in phantom robes
words etched and spun
from a mustard seed
or a glimpse
out a frosty windshield

that's all we have here
poems

2 comments:

  1. I usually don't go for poetry about poetry, but the imagery here feels very spot-on. What else is a poem if not a glimpse out a frosty windshield, you know? I enjoyed this

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  2. Awesome, kiddo. This poem will work for my prompt in April....Poetry Is........

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