Picasso blue nocturne
A wink of the moon for an eye.
Smile painted in silvery stars.
Night waves a gentle goodbye,
to the tune of an old blue guitar.
NaPoWriMo Day One...
And a little musical interlude
Roots
Grandma at the lake cabin showing me how to haul water for the fruit tree my little job for the summer I still feel guilty I don’t recall if i watered it at all And was that the last time I saw her? Prompt: write a poem that recounts a memory of a beloved relative, and something they did that echoes through your thoughts today.
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