a blank canvas to paint wildflowers

A breakup "nonet" love poem

By Gina C.Published 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read

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I was yours: fine-grained earth: clay you shaped,

molded—a blank canvas to paint

wildflowers. You loved me in

your kiln, glazed me, then dropped

me—refused to break

my fall (but placed)

shattered me

on the

wall.

-Gina C. 🧚‍♀️✨

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Moon Bloom Poetry
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