Gone Gazing out, a stripped landscape gazes back. Houseplants, relieved, grateful to be in, still grieve. Garrulous jays, glass-muted, grouse at feeders fit for wrens. Ghosts of gatherings past haunt grey day; misted memories. image: “November First,” by Andrew Wyeth Sanaa is today’s host for Open Link Night Live.
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge #146 — As the pieces fly on angels’ wings and dVerse OLN
As the pieces fly Colors fill the sky Cubists like Georges Braque Paint their worlds with gaps Filled in with synapse Rainbow ports; keyless locks As the stanzas flow Colored images grow Poets paint with words that sing Meaning caught ‘twixt lines Like found grapes ‘twixt vines Feeling rise on angel’s wings …
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