Small Pieces of Silver We are like those silver things, misty silver lights, olive tree leaves, that silver shiver of uncertainty, that light willowy fog at night, like an army of light refusing to fade, like crystal chandeliers, and silver spoons.
These poems are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s Last Small Prompt. November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Images are ©Misky, and created using AI-Midjourney.
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