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droplets suspended
surround encapsulate light struggles with the opaqueness emerges a filtered haze but cannot penetrate the quiet and the falling of fog ©Erin Croley (from a #MadVerse prompt)
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the mythology
of a warrior is full of conditions, but the only one that is necessary is love ©Erin Croley (from an #ntitle prompt) they say each day is never the same
these gray skies and wet tabletops make it difficult to distinguish but this beautifully-fat wren-like bird suddenly appears from the center of an evergreen shrub jumps to balance on the tip of a branch and I remember the earth is in motion ©Erin Croley the sky is flat
unbaked clay, still dusty waiting to take a breath morning yawns and stretches repeated chirp the simple pattern of a heartbeat rises above other awakenings even as it fades over time and distance a hawk's piercing call slices through seems a moment of clarity but it silenced the birdsong and left a wake of confusion slowly retuning its peaceful cacophony a horizontal sliver cracks the gray blue glazed hints promises of brilliance ©Erin Croley (from #MadVerse, #Magick_Words & #MSpoetry prompts) you reach out
to settle into the quiet hours refocus and let go while I look within to reclaim fragments and dream of gluing ©Erin Croley (from a #fieryverse prompt) wind chimes compete
with morning birds and words to rise from the background focus day as it did night to the story of the wind distant pine boughs rise and sway settle and then attempt again to take flight encouraged by forgotten fall leaves hopeful stowaways, swirling the faint glow of sun rising has been replaced blue-tinged haze ushered in by constant bursts of wind and parallel birdsong crescendos ©Erin Croley let's kick off our muck boots
prep spring gardens barefoot leave muddy footprints on the retaining wall, and laugh like new sprouts rising ©Erin Croley (from a #HeartSoup prompt) sun crests various rooftops
an urban prism striking grass and wood floors morning salutations replacing the warmth lost from a writer's coffee, unfinished ©Erin Croley (from a #botaiku prompt) somewhere between birds and bladder
begging me to rise and first steps into the sun you crawled into my lap so here we sit sharing dreams ©Erin Croley (from a #WrittenRiver prompt) steam rises gently
from rain soaked fence posts whispered morning prayers to welcome the sun and draw our wonder outside ©Erin Croley |
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