sunday scribblings no 200: milestone. ss is hitting 200 prompts this week. congrats to a great site!!
breezin past fifty
the days bunched up
squeezed like an accordion
playing crazy mariachi
nowadays nonchalance
writes ankle-deep porous pieces
along an abandoned sidewalk
with bright colored chalk
fishing sometimes cures
quiet splash of time
depth of this river
the sweet salve subdues
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So many images swirl in your poetry. Really stirs up my mind. Thank you for visiting and for sharing your work.
the days bunched up – boy ain’t it the truth?
first stanza is dynamite
mmm dynamite, swirl: very good descriptions by your commentators. reminds me of mardi gras for some reason; fitting.