A poem inspired by changing weather here in the desert and Robert Lee Brewer’s prompt on transformation:
“Drizzle”
As the day evolves
from overcast
to sun to rain again,
the Artisan steps in
and brushes clouds
across blue skies—
wet-on-wet—
then takes a rag
and smears,
sprinkling sadness
into an otherwise
perfect moment.
beautiful play of words,
vivid images, 😉
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Very visual. I wish I hadn’t read what it was inspired by because it tainted what the poem should show me on its own. A nice read. Pearl
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Good point, Pearl. A fellow poet calls it “pimping your poem.” Thank you.
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