POEM TWENTY THREE

Some days there are only moments where a poem hides under the salt shaker.  Today’s prompt required much more time than I could provide.  This poem is reworked from a poetry workshop I took with Betty Scott last week.

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I Didn’t Do It

Cedar shadows lace across the nightstand.

Black cat paws at trembling pattern,

catches wind birds at dusk.

Copyright 2013

C.J. Prince

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I write. I read. I write and read...I listen to raindrops on begonias, talk to ravens, dance with dragons. I practice Tai Chi in a barn, I sleep with earth stones and tarot cards. I celebrate each day. Join me!
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