A brook trickled easily down

Amy Michelle Mosier

As poetry running unbound

And I stood on a rock

To hear the steady stream

Of comely words gurgled.

A hazy shaft of light beamed down -

Laser-pointing through piney boughs -

And where it gently struck -

Columbine shined and teemed

The floor with emeralds.

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Comments +

sorenbarrett May 28th, 2025 11:10
A pretty picture painted in poetic words here.
Poetic Licence May 28th, 2025 12:34
I enjoyed the read, some nice imagery,

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