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Leaf’s curl sparks fear in my sylph’s heart.
Soon the plant will succumb to a cloak of frost.
Lavender’s sweet balm exudes last tastes of remembrance.
Ice shards spew death, stumble into the sprite’s craggy shelter.
In the distance, Thor practices his drumming
while overhead, clouds skip across lofty sea-skies.
Inside, wrapped in warm hues, a poet
spawns autumnal moods by the light of a dwindling flame.
If you listen with care you will hear leaf’s surrender
as it kisses earth. Sylph sighs.
I’m happy to join in for dVerse Open Link Night. This is a poem written using the advice I offered in my previous post…based on words selected at random from a dictionary. It always amazes me how the subconscious mind chooses words that seem to lend themselves to a theme. Or perhaps it is the theme that influences word choices.
Please stroll on over to dVerse and join the crowd for wonderful friendship and inspiring poetry. And it would be good if you would add one of your own. If your muse is on a leave of absence, as mine has been, take the risk: grab your dictionary and have at it!
