Seeds of Promise

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #559

Words:  tangle, stream, branches, reprieve, bleed, clouds,
        seeds, breeze, sway, boon, teeth, climb

Branches in my head
were once seeds
of promise–my baby
teeth.  Now they bleed
and tangle, no place
to climb.  Offer me
a reprieve–swaying
breeze, clear stream,
or a boon of puffy 
animal clouds.  

About purplepeninportland

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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4 Responses to Seeds of Promise

  1. Paula Light says:

    Love this ❤️


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