uninvited and welcomed
momento mori
the frost of things
a reminder
before pain, during numbness
feet in the pedestal of pins
melt into Robert’s lips of fractals
Giacometti’s Nosferatu
a child’s spinning song
cats in the plastic Yule tree
Hi Friends! I wrote this in response today’s Prompt: Write about the first frost as if it were a letter to your future self.
Who knows where we go, how we start and end up. It was relaxing and satisfying to ket my mind flow and spill out onto paper and page even if just for a few moments. Poetry is necessary. I aim to keep the writing prompts going this month like last month. It fed me until next time.
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