Lois Hudson's Blog (3)

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Chip away,

Sand rough edges, varied patterns,

Circular, angular, jagged, straight,

Peel, cut, shave, reveal

New layers waiting to be born.



Trees shine, forming

Wet green networks,

Forests of leaves,

Entanglement of branches and lives,

Creeping, nesting.



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They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,

While I was left alone, all to myself,

They danced, they sang, they even called to me;

I did not hear them, standing on my shelf

Of sorrow, hanging high upon a wall

O solomn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd

Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,

I would not join them, I was much too proud.

But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,

I left it and went realing through the… Continue

I have been writing sonnets, one a week. I cannot write one now, as I am busy preparing fror the storm which is quickly coming in.