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It’s Poetry Friday!
A line from this poem cropped up in my memory this week. Something about the rhythm, not the words, came back.
Poetry has a way of doing that, doesn’t it? The memory of the sound of it can linger in some far dark corner of our minds.
So I went searching to find which of the poems I’d written once upon a time had that piece of a line/sound I was remembering. It took a while, but I found it.
Amaryllis
Yesterday:
coral candy-striped
bright-white
blooms.
Tonight:
folded wrinkles
tired
brown
skin
wet-paper
thin
as Monarch wings.
Amaryllis,
you wither today
while I,
not yet
ready
to see you
die
learn to say
good
bye.
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Yes! You captured the amaryllis life. Paper thin as monarch wings. What a nice image.
I liked “coral candy-striped” as a image!
Laura
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Thanks, Mary Ann and Laura!