I’m catching up on my inbox reading and found some poetry (with a little derangement and omission) in Colleen Chesebro’s commentary on her own poem “Stone Ghosts.”
(after Colleen Chesebro)
taste salt tears
feel the ripples
compelled to name
Italian sunflower with Echinaceas
It’s Saturday, so I feel kind of lazy, but I also want to write, so I decided to play around with a new (to me) poetic form, using words from a rather lovely (and unexpectedly uplifting) tarot post by fellow gardener/crocheter/poet Colleen Chesebro.