Shawn L. Bird

Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.

poem-rise October 25, 2019

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 11:44 am
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Dust devil:

Gold, ochre, russet

curl in swirling surge,

fill the fifth floor window

in frenzied fandango.


(Like writers’ prayers)


@Surrey International Writing Conference.




One Response to “poem-rise”

  1. So ironic, how dust and smoke will accent the sun’s rises and sets, to such brilliant hues.

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