Did you walk a poem today?
Yes I did, my dear.
The day was rather dark and damp.
I woke
and became of it. Tossing and turning in dreams, hugging pillows and covers, soft rain sounds that fell soft as snow on flowers. I ran around the bed, this way and that, half awake and sleeping.
Liberty woke the Dragon, as She does from time to time. All wings and a flutter, in a glow to let the Dragon know. It may be time.
Did you walk a poem today?
Indeed I did, my dear.
Each soft step well taken, in a space between the words. In a reflection of the wine. On a night on the ridge. Did you you walk a poem today? As ever be well, Stephen Craig Rowe
2 comments:
Really like that image, Stephen! When I was younger and could never get enough sleep I never thought I would be saying this but I slept too long and the dragon was between my ears this morning. Awoke to driving rain and a throbbing headache.
White rose on the white snow how much purer then this can you get. Stephen I love walking a poem. I see your mind has been inspired by your walks. I love it.
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