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This week's prompt at ReadWritePoem is to use an image by Rick Mobbs and write a poem inspired by it.
The snail
of an idea
moves slowly.
I see it in the leaves,
brash adults, now,
in muscle T’s
It’s in the raindrops
peppering the sand
as I scurry
off the beach
It’s in the balsamic
vinegar of the night
air as I walk.
And they all curve
imperceptibly
into the clouds
of my brain
leaving the silver
trail of a poem
in their wake.
11 comments:
Very enjoyable!
Peace Giggles
This is great
I love the opening/closing snail image. This poem is a beautiful meditation on the seeds of the creative process.
you did a wonderful job with this!
peace
jorc
empty garden
You use some really nice words in this poem! Balsamic vinegar air is very memorable!
Wow! the creative process and I bet that balsamic vinegar really gets the creative juices going.
Loved this.
I love what you do with these images at the end of your poem. A pleasure to read.
The idea of an idea is certainly a great idea here ;-)
A lovely, relaxing interpretation.
Beautiful from beginning to end.
a perfect poem... i feel like a snail in the creativity department as of late....
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