In the spirit of Napo, here’s a little one:
I wake to a white world
and wonder why mist
hides the apple blossom.
Elizabeth Crawford’s word selection inspired yesterday’s post but as I only used half of them, the void is filled with this.
With prompts coming at me from all sides
I can’t find one I like.
I don’t want to force it
or smudge the issue –
it could lead to blood,
with bricks being thrown.
I used half the words yesterday
now the rest have gone, I’m off.
It’s not that no poetry was written in this house during the last couple of days: three new longish poems were written for submission.