Wednesday, April 1, 2020

April is Poetry Month


If I’m hiding
search for me
in a spider’s dream
or web of twilight.
You might find me
in shadows gone
ladybug on a lemony
sway of eucalyptus.
Consider me in
the moon’s crackle
above the pines.
I’m there just before
stars prickle dusk
with the promise
of what we
most need.
                  - Penny Wilkes

Flavor your writing with sensory word choices this month.

Fill sentences with imagery. Take a raw experience and shape words into a rhythm.

Explore a mystery. Bring in wild joy and ache of sorrow. Dab in confusion and magic.

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