the words do not prevaricate but pop in unbidden the truth of what I see about being here when morning blushes in the sky, a speckled rock winks at high noon, and the wind blown grass writes it's portrait in the sand wisps of hair tickling earth's skin leaving finger tip trails, and like birdsong at sunrise poetic verses come to life spoken in my head, and some will find their place on my fingertips, cursive loops upon the page, and others will blow away like the rustling leaves here today and gone tomorrow ©Heather Carr-Rowe
NaPoWriMo Day 18 – write a poem based on the title of one of the chapters from Susan G. Wooldridge’s Poemcrazy: Freeing Your Life with Words. The book’s table of contents can be viewed using Amazon’s “Look inside” feature.
I chose from the section Following Your Words, the chapter title
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