weird wisdom
~ it’s not the destination, it’s the journey that counts
write a poem rooted in “weird wisdom,” by which we mean something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since.
Dusty rose dreaming
~ inspired by a poem written by my friend, the late painter/poet Chris Nancarrow Dusty rose powdered like city girls she wrote of the wild rose that grows along the gravel road winding up her windows and following the Esso truck A painter would know the wild rose colour by heart I suppose to mix in her palette the rose covered cottage, the pink budding blooming perpetually, reflected in rose coloured glasses, the same hue as the quince jelly lining the pantry shelf come September, and the prize ribbon winning raspberry jam too. That colour of morning, soft rose on the horizon Summer shimmering, rosy dawn slowly rising. write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.
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