Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #531
Words: spark, wing, shift, water, gratitude, crystal,
flutter, stories, haunt, words, staff
Spark me with
a glittering crystal,
and I will show you
their leave. Oh,
into a winged
I could tell.
a campfire, glowing,
with a poke of my
crooked, wooden staff.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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