I’m catching up on my inbox reading and found some poetry (with a little derangement and omission) in Colleen Chesebro’s commentary on her own poem “Stone Ghosts.”
American carnage
(after Colleen Chesebro)
falling defeated
taste salt tears
like waves
hope flowing
feel the ripples
of change
touched deep
compelled to name
stone ghosts
https://colleenchesebro.com/2020/07/10/stone-ghosts-a-butterflycinquain/
Italian sunflower with Echinaceas
It’s Saturday, so I feel kind of lazy, but I also want to write, so I decided to play around with a new (to me) poetic form, using words from a rather lovely (and unexpectedly uplifting) tarot post by fellow gardener/crocheter/poet Colleen Chesebro.
The Daily Compost 