Mooching besides my footsteps here elusive leitmotif. Born blue but rusticating happily in exile still we speak in whispered messages Detached from this bed I'm taking flight with an amnesty against your absence time to beat the streets where the sparse grasses in their hundreds still bow down too numerous to name Just checking at the unhinged door that I've been - silent- running for the shore on to ever after - we always are
For my MTB: Critique and Craft prompt: “In my end is my beginning” we are taking at least 12 last lines from our own recent poetry (or those of published poets) and rewriting them into a poem, inevitably an abstract one! No additions are permitted other than tense, preposition or conjunction and enjambement for added flow and sense. Mine cover the months of August 2022 onwards though not in date order!