tomorrow
sheets of azure, an open canvas
writing my words on the wind
watching them waft towards new worlds –
standing on the cusp of myself
swells of liquid teal, swimming the depths
of imagination – reeds of metaphor
swaying like seaweed beds of simile –
standing on the cusp of myself
forest paths – taken and… not; nuanced needles
of cedar, pine, juniper and yew; fronds of fiddleheads
curled like foundling letters on the page –
standing on the cusp of myself
writing a different story for the days to come:
the kite set free, its string bobbing along the surface
of the sea, finding refuge in an auspicious bower –
on the cusp of myself, standing tall
I really like the images in this one. The use of color and nature, lovely.
Thank you for your comments – this prompt was tough, but once I got the repeating line, it flowed…
“standing on the cusp of myself” is such a good line! I like the images you built in this poem.
Yay! Thank you, rainmaker!! I am so glad it worked. I just mentioned that I struggled with this prompt until that line came (and it sort of fit for the retirement theme I started in one and two) and then it flowed… Now, I am really glad for this prompt!