I think I reblogged this poem when The Muse first posted it, but here it comes again. Its that good.
Prompt ~ Imagination Stands in the Road
My current WIP has moved into the drivers seat, and as I am just a passenger on this journey paved in ink, I must follow where it leads. So, again, I’m resurrecting old words that once stopped to play with me.
Not long ago, I typed poetry to a page, I’m not certain where my mistake was made, but it was auto corrected to poet tree. My original intent was lost, and something new began to bloom, the tale of The Poet Tree was born.
I’ll tell you
of a magical place
dance in the
and butterflies fly
with gossamer wings.
It’s been told
and a tree began
the trunk rose
the roots reached
Her branches lifted
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