Spring Cento
A little late, but it's FINALLY here... #Spring #Cento composed of all the #PoetryLotD from #April #CentoChallenge #AprCC #Spring #Poetry
The great globe reels in the solar fire: I am inside the paradox, the many lungs, The damasked, dusky hundred-petaled heart
Rising to fall, falling to rise As millions of photons whoosh through my hands Like a piece of sky — ready to plummet.
I would enter the sky through the soil To drink the quiet, like dirt And taste it in a moment, time and all.
All the flowers are forms of water: Lilie…
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