Necessity
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 eucalpytus.
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.
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.
Let the reader feel a connection.
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