Postcard Poetry Festival: August 10, 2013

A poem a day on a postcard sent far and wide to other unknown poets.  The summer project offered me a point of focus on something other than myself and the vicissitudes of life.



The girl is a lake,

gray and silver.

She slumbers,

rests her cheek on algae bloom,

curls around lily roots.

When morning birds sing,

she rises, raises her arms,

dives upward,

breathes fog.

C.J. Prince


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