Atlantic Poetry Challenge: write about something or someone you’ve grown closer to.
Another grey sky
crumbles into dusk edge
night shift nurse’s smile.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
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It finds a way. (haiku)
Deep in a forest the world is quiet and dead; newborn icicles. © Nancy Botta, 2020
Porcelain Sink. (haiku)
Cool splashing water
rinses off bruised apricots;
finally, the sun.
©Nancy Botta, 2020
Tuesday by the river. (haiku)
The fog drifts around
formless and weeping all day;
June is drunk again.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
Reclamation.
On the shore of a cave
I had thrown myself in
I smashed up stalagmites
growing from my skin
and sawed off stalactites
dripping off my chin.
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New flesh, pink and sweet
like pearls and starfish
scattered at my feet.
© Nancy Botta, 2020
