For Sunday’s Wordle No. 494

image extract from Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights

Rise

I love a sugar-spun dawn,
earth unable to ignore the sky.

It’s that moment when a thought
makes its mark. Opens the skin.

It’s self-explanatory, and simple
as following a straight line road.

It’s a singed dry leaf, an edged ghost
fringe, foreign to its landscape,

or a new thought that’s lying in wait
right around the corner, where

dawn chisels away your chains.

for Sunday Whirl #494 and #APoemADay on Twitter   © Misky 2021

4 responses to “For Sunday’s Wordle No. 494”

  1. Beautiful imagery.

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    1. Thank you so much.

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  2. Love, “sugar-spun dawn”!

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