Post your reaction in the comments below. I’m eager to read what blows in.
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Living Poetry
A group of poets and poetry readers.
March Visual Poetry Prompt
Post your reaction in the comments below. I’m eager to read what blows in.
I worry sometimes
that my cries for help are
like torn Tibetan prayer flags
But still the wind and light
and maybe divine breath
can reach me even so.
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Posted by Diana Newton | March 5, 2019, 7:10 PMGreat metaphor! Thanks for sharing.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | March 5, 2019, 8:41 PM