rolled sunset crawls
to kiss whale’s home,
persimmon spilled.
wilted leaves arch
towards foliage tomb,
autumn fulfilled.
cold keys hang
void of fingers, warm,
bite the seed of hope
will it burst some
bitter crumb?
consider the possibility
of wings once
our breaths
succumb
—
A Reading Writer 
I love the spilled persimmon of that rolled sunset, the way it links to the seed of hope, and the possibility of wings!
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oh thank you for highlighting those parts, Kim.
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Kim said it well, a forlorn hope so beautifully depicted!
Most impressed you are still posting, well done 🙂
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oh thank you for that dear Kate. How is your week going?
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just had a lovely long walk and going to my first ‘creative writing’ course tomorrow … take care precious!
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oh! is it online? how was it, dear?
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no I don’t post about my local ones … the course is this week 🙂 Some confusion with dates but at least the organisers now understand why so many can’t find that class 🙂
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that’s awesome! been looking for workshops, too. 🙂 enjoy, dear!
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good for you, best to keep busy!
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agreed!!!
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Absolutely beautiful imagery here. “rolled sunset crawls”’ and wings of possibility are my favorite phrases.
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oh i love them, too. thank you, Lillian.
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Gorgeous imagery of persimmon spilled. Love that seed of hope and wings in the ending lines.
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Oh thank you, Grace. I hope you are well. 🙂
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Possibility gives us wings, and time to breathe!!
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yes!!! you captured it perfectly, Beverly. Thank you.
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This phrase is a poem in and of itself:
“persimmon spilled”
Also love that possibility of wings. Always.
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Oh i think it’s a crowd favorite. Thank you, De. Yes. Always. ❤
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The rhythm of your poem is soothing ending with the perfect word ….
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ooooh. thank you for feeling this piece, Ms. Helen.
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i am feeling this …. ganda…
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awww. salamat po ng madami!
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Love this especially; “bite the seed of hope will it burst some bitter crumb.” 🙂
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oh thank you, Sanaa!
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I agree on the persimmon spilled and the hope you instill in the end… brighter days will come
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amen to that, Bjorn. thank you!
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That first stanza was gorgeous!
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grateful you think so, Ma’am!
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