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Today the challenge is to write a poem of origin. Where are you from? Not just geographically, but emotionally, physically, spiritually? Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots. Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers and dust disappearing down an unpaved road. And … Read more
golden ball of heat expunges ephemeral mist life effloresces The post follows the prompt “mist” given by Haiku Horizons for this week.
Today’s post is in response to the Day 4 prompt “Journey” given by Poetry 101 course of Blogging University.
The journey of life began with my first cry in this world…
From mother’s lap to the floor,
From cradle to the door,
With a desire to feel that shining surface,
Where my mother embraced me with such grace,
I started to crawl…I was so enthralled
I touched the white marble with my hands and feet
I licked it to see if it tasted better than milk…