“Browsing the dim back corner
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.”
Pixie Foudre
Of a musty antique shop
Opened an old book of poetry
Angels flew out from the pages
I caught the whiff of a soul
The ink seemed fresh as today
Was that voices whispering?
The tree of the paper still grows.”
Pixie Foudre
Capturing an image in words, that’s what drew me to poetry and why I continue on the path. What a beautiful image Pixie Foudre conjures in the line “the tree of the paper still grows.”
Today using these five random words see how many poems you can write.
- paper
- ink
- bride
- approach
- listen
Now get back to work!
Lovingly,
The Writing Nag
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