November Rain Challenge (unofficial)
A 6W6L Poem format
Miracles twirl, softly, from the trees
Mingling with the rain, on me
Mama calls, look at the leaves
Mottling out a path of green
Maps of a moist, multicolored dreams
Mysteries made for mama and me
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
I love this. Gorgeous rhythm, beautiful imagery. That word, mottling, is brilliantly used here.
Very nicely done.
Quite the memory this poem makes me think.
I love how all your lines started with an M! Beautiful poem!
Magical.
This is a very good one👍 🧡🌟😉📝
So very sweet and heart-touching
A wonderful, warm moment. Well done!