Parched leaves
flap about
in the wind beneath
the hoary boughs;
--- Spiny trees,
robbed of fruit
by the clawing cold,
--- Naked
and unashamed,
they devour the sky.
About the Creator
Tonya R. Moore
Jamaican writer & editor. Half-baked poet.
I write about dark stuff and star stuff.
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Outstanding
Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
Top insights
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
Heartfelt and relatable
The story invoked strong personal emotions
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I have been taking some time away from writing. I haven't forgotten about Vocal, the truth is I just have been too busy pursuing other things to write online and honestly, my little family and I just had a really hard month between the flu and a weird eye infection/cold circulating our house. I'm currently sipping some warm peppermint tea because my throat is sore.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹4 days ago in BookClub
Comments (2)
Gorgeous use of language. Made me miss fall!
Absolutely stunning. I can really visualize this poem. Great use of language