autumn boils
bring-it-on
the shifting soil
opens wide
spits
all that was
a gray X-ray
tumorous
with failure
autumn roils
presents the past
in smoldered ash
her eyes slam shut
comforter masks her nose
visions of might-have-beens
recant bold cry of bring-it-on
Watercolor by Sue
Totally Optional Prompt for today: write a poem that creates expectations. Feel free to read what others wrote and to play along with this Thursday Meme.
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Love the gray x-ray full of tumors and failure! What a metaphor!
Another storm of stark images. You use words expertly.
This was so unique and intriguing to read Sue. Loved the line re: comforter. Also, another glorious watercolor. Such talent!
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It seems like death is all we can expect as we meditate upon our expectations. I'm not sure where you were heading here but I felt like six feet under...
Bring it on - dead good!
Bring it on indeed. Wow, I'll have to come and read this twice more because I catch something new each time. I LOVE the watercolor.
The cry of someone who's done it all - or who's tried and failed.
"Bring-it-on", was that the cry of inexperience and/or arrogance?
Amalgamation of science and nature!
illuminated fear susurrates
I love the autumn boils/autumn roils transformation.
I'm impressed that you have over 25,000 words for your novel already. Go you!
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