Thursday, April 19, 2018

The Poet's Vice

For yesterday’s prompt, write a temptation poem.

The sun setting across ice-shards stopped this poet mid dishwashing!!

Inkwells cupped by earth and heavens
Can seduce the bard mid-step
Temptation is shaped in shimmers
Of Poem not written yet

Color mistrals flare and capsize 
What if no one snares the gold
That turns twilight into treasures
That only Poem can hold

Janet~






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