Words. Image. Connecting.
Dry wind—its raspy voice
drifting off key
in a dissonant
melancholy
landscape.
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Written in response to a three word prompt: raspy, dissonant, melancholy.
Poems in the series “Waiting for Rain” are still in process, now appearing only here on this blog.
 | Marso on Still Here |
| Marso on Still Here |
 | galeriaredelius on Still Here |
 | Ada on Still Here |
| Marso on Orderly |
 | iyrlaa on Orderly |
 | LuAnne Holder on Geometric Abstraction |
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