Fire sparks idea
imagination burns bright
manifesting light
Winds of potential
gathering thought into form
the process unfolds
Water brings action
rivers of creation flow
abundant with life
Soil becomes fertile
blossoming into being
creation complete
About the Creator
Jen Viets
Massage therapist, dancer and dreamer
I mostly write poetry because I find grammar claustrophobic
I'm a work in progress like everyone else
A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶4 days ago in Petlife
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