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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Runaway for Sunday Whirl #61

Thanks, Brenda, for the Sunday Whirl Prompt.


drafting on the wings
of a discontented current
one day of exile
sundered free of cracks
from unbound tempers
or the trace of racket

early leaves dapple
to waft across her face
echoing today's peace
the latch string of song
opens its spare refrain
soothes tomorrow's fears

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Naquillity said...

very nice indeed. it's nice that peace can come after a trail or upset. hope all is well. have a great night~

gautami tripathy said...

I loved this..

under the surface

Daydreamer said...

Without a bit of respite from whatever it is that causes us chaos we'd eventually go mad, wouldn't we?
I'm glad this person discovered some.
A lovely, very vivid write.

Laurie Kolp said...

I love that she's at peace in the end.

flaubert said...

A beautiful peaceful poem, Susan. Thanks so much for reading my whirls and commenting.