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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Unseen Unseen
Even though you wiped your feet
on the welcome mat,
you still left footprints weeping snow
across the floor.
which melt into odd patterns
tracking your path across the kitchen
to the fireplace.
Clearly from your tracks
you fed the fire which burns hot
while outside the temperature dips
beyond frigid.
All she saw was a mess to wipe up
lest waterspots mar the wood floor.
She didn't notice the bouquet you left
on the table; the roses, daisies,
and tulips of Spring.
Prompt/Week # 25
Use these words in your poem:
roses, daises, tulips
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