Sunlight brightens as the thin clouds move off. Icicles begin to drop from the eaves, their shattering more elegant-sounding than any glass.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Sunlight brightens as the thin clouds move off. Icicles begin to drop from the eaves, their shattering more elegant-sounding than any glass.
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I love how these short poems always seem to touch on all five senses. A wake up call.
Thanks. The funny thing is, I’m not even trying to write poetry! It’s just that the present tense uses fewer syllables, plus I try to make them reasonably compelling.