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stream of consciousness | negative space challenge
white porcelain
u n t o u c h e d
a shallow pool
receding
beneath the
dust
four
w e e k s
to
the
day
one flower
u n f u r l s
from a
withering
bush
a
spray
of
violet
springs
from
decomposing
roots
under
a
c l o u d l e s s
sky
red-winged
blackbirds
crown
the
fence posts
m i l e s
from
their reeds
a wingbeat
procession
t h r e a d i n g
silence
with
song
copper leaves
of the
weather vane
g y r e
lending
shape
to wind
verdigris
b l o o m s
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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