A spear point under an oak,
shark teeth in the roiling beach sand;
shooting stars spied from my porch cot,
fossil trilobites in my hand.
–Lightning bolts found underfoot
and pot shards after a rain.
The unknown beckons
while my muse reckons
the irregular fringe of time.
Beautiful stunning amazing one! Also Nan, there are a zillion hard returns after your last word, one has to scroll forever to get to the comment box. Are you linking this to Dverse at some point? Please do, it’s a stunner!
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Thanks for both statements! I guess I’ll have to wait until the right Thursday.
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Have a look at Dverse’s D’Schedule. They post the dates with the themes there.:-)
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How beautiful, Nan.
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Thank you…I’ve been meaning to ask you about the fireflies photo. Did you take that photo? How? It’s breathtaking.
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I love the energy of your words Nan. Thanks for sharing this at D’verse.
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I so enjoyed reading this, several times. I like the images and I like how you painted the moon through the shadows and reflections she makes.
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Gee, thanks so much!
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Stunning both in words and image 😀
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Many thanks!
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I feel like I’m excavating the traces, like I’m an archaeologist
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