This is my (late) response to Linda’s paint chip poetry week 34. I meant to respond to it yesterday, but despite this and other prompts, I had few good ideas. It appears my brain is working this morning. 🙂
I promise:
The sweetness of honey,
The sparkle of starlight —
Will not always be
Present: gates may creak
On rusty hinges rather than
Be lavishly bestowed
With lapis lazuli and precious
Stones; hills may be steep
And rocky rather than rolling.
I promise:
The worth of the journey.
Glad you decided to join in on this one. I really like how you so naturally worked in the prompt words. Nice job.
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