Sage
You realized your time had come
to forsake home and seek the road
and so by every rule of thumb
you realized your time had come
refraining from, abstaining from
unburdened by this earthly load
you realized your time had come
to forsake home and take the road
Brush
It was the barest, lightest touch
that sent us hurtling, headlong, blind
two strangers in a lover's clutch
it was the barest, lightest touch
a graze, a grope, felt nothing much
so heedlessly we intertwined
it was the barest, lightest touch
that sent us hurtling, headlong, blind
Sagebrush
A burning wand to cleanse the air
in every corner of my room
an offering as old as prayer
a burning wand to cleanse the air
this herb the thunder gods prepare
and smudge the prairie with perfume
a burning wand to cleanse the air
in every corner of my room
Today’s National Poetry day in the UK has a theme of ‘counting’ and so for my MTB prompt: Counting to Three we are writing a 3 stanza poem either by splitting and then reconstituting a compound word or choosing any location set from ‘what 3words‘. Adding a Triolet to the stanzas is an extra challenge as I have done here.
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