National Poetry Month Entry #1 | Prompt: life as a metaphor Smooth, steady stride across new pavement fresh breeze rustling hair sun-warmed shoulders Measured, deliberate steps around disturbed earth dried thorns grabbing sleeves cold mud under fingernails Slow, unbalanced shuffle up the final hill wet socks rubbing blisters sweating, breathless and tired
[In the not so distant future, a unique young woman struggles to defend her home against a militant attack.] Molly’s heart pounded wildly. Each beat reverberated, fast and hard, from her scalp to her toes. She sucked in a ragged breath and willed her body to calm down as she closed her eyes and counted … Continue reading Redwood
WE REAL DARK the black tattoos dozens on the guitar player WE REAL DARK. WE STAND STARK. WE WEAVE STORY. WE SCREAM GLORY. WE CLASH CROWD. WE FADE PROUD. WE GROW OLD. WE STILL BOLD. -- with apologies to Gwendolyn Brooks
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