angry bright flashes among ominous clouds.
I could feel the change in the wind,
suddenly cool and agitated,
herding the leaves,
burning against my cheeks.
The darkness ate the sky,
smothered the hazy blue sky.
Immense. Powerful. Awful.
I could have passed by the seed
a hundred times and never noticed it.
Tiny and insignificant, I could hold it in my palm.
I pressed it to the earth and turned my back.
While I was gone the earth created
something out of nothing.
Tiny. Powerful. Incomprehensible.
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Notes: Today's prompt was ""This and That"- Write a list of phrases such as "salt and pepper", "cats and dogs", "love and war". Write a poem with the first stanza about the first word and the second stanza about the second word." I like how this one turned out.
Ah! the power of creation you held in your hand! Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteBlessings & a bit o' sunshine!
Ruthi
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