I am actually kind of amazed that I have made it through four days of this. I am definitely out of my comfort zone, but feeling inspired by Paul and Jane and all of the other writers participating.
Sarah, this one is for you! Love you!
Sometimes it takes a blast from above to wake
a crack of energy smacking the air, electricity,
ripe and dangerous.
Sometimes it takes a storm to clear the decks,
the pitch and glitter,
to roll us dangerously from tide to time,
nearly capsizing, but righting just in time.
Sometimes it takes a long night of the blackest depths,
to take us far underground,
where there are no promises
of return words fade away.
Sometimes it takes a near apocalypse
to make you seen the lone tree,
reaching for tomorrow,
always striving on, as clouds break to full sun.
flickers cold shadows over your skin,
dances into your curves as a cloud
passes over a valley its shadow dips
towards a swerve of water,
the dark copse darkened by the sip
the sup of clear water that beckons
my tongue taste its brightnesses
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