The menagerie of lilies-of-the-valley and cotton candy flowers flourish in seawater. A somnambulant sephora reflects international sunsets as tides of breaking music and the impulse of the aurora aggregate broom flow from coyote cloud stones. In the cave-story pulsar, my iris arrests pictures, a haunting sensation settles in the shadeling grove, and the evocation of the hidden book splashes colors on the wind.
Magic curtails the
living, gods come out to play
I close the shutters.
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Yeah, it is National Poetry Month! This is the first poem: a haibun, a mixture of prose poetry and haiku. If you want to read other participants' poems in National Poetry Writing Month or if you need more prompts to get you started, check out
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