Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
🦋 National Poetry Month 🦋 Day 30 Kimo a three line unrhymed poem written in a 10-7-6 syllable pattern, often moving from image into reflection. ▪◽▪ A handful of bright dust slips through my hands It never stays where I wish Magic chooses its path ▪◽▪

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Beautiful and evokes a feeling of effervescence. (If I used that correctly?) I honestly don't know what I'm going to do when poetry month ends because reposting these everyday has become one of my favorite daily tasks. Just spreading poetry online...feels magical.