Sometimes the words just flow. Sometimes I work in fits and starts. And sometimes I use a gimmick to help. One of my gimmicky techniques is to use a "magnetic poetry" kit. I like how the limited word choices make me think about what I'm trying to say.
Dream Song
by Catherine M Braun
The meager carnival of summer
has faded into fall.
In the blue prison of the sky a solitary whisper rose,
murmured still music into ecstatic symphonies.
Gardens blossomed to Paradise;
meandering streams to immense seas.
Beneath the picture moon
red petals scent purple shadows.
The night sky dances to rain rhythms and storm music.
Blood sizzles in my veins – thoughts tingle on my skin.
My voice aches to sing
the raw beauty of this moment.
I'm drunk on the taste of my dreams.
I am both humbled and proud, Cat. I can see it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I can taste it as I read it. Just beautiful.
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This is one of my faves.
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