Micropoetry 8-9-2020

adrift in sun
the scent of roses
coaxes me ashore

waiting for the words
that form in the particles—
transformed into something real

lost in the words
that build another day—
a page at a time

As fireflies light up the dusk,
Their spirits soon consume the dark;
While night air lingers soft in musk
I’m lost among their fading sparks.

frozen in time
where thoughts have formed
unseen to all around—
as a message in a bottle
still at sea


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