By esteemed guest poet Nolcha Fox1
1.
Meteor showers sing through the sky,
the night ablaze with falling jewels.
2.
Sunrise slips his fingers
through the bottoms of the curtains.
3.
I swallow your death,
spit it out as a ball.
4.
Her dress a ripple, a breezy sail
as she sashays along.
5.
Time will smooth out all our sharp edges,
if only I can wait to be worn.
- This poem is a cadralor, made of stanzas from unpublished poems. Words by Nolcha Fox, image from Pexels Free Photos. ↩︎
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Thank you, Catherin, for publishing my poem! A very merry Christmas to you!
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You too Nolcha. Your work is always such a joy to me!
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Thank you so much, Catherin! I’m glad I found you!
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that last stanza gives me shivers!
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Thank you for letting me know – sending a hot toddy your way!
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Interesting form Nolcha. Are the original poems going to be published or do you feel that they are not up to scratch?
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