Twiglet #18


A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Maybe two. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but note that comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays

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    When dusk softens spring greens to gray
    and I shut one eye as I climb the steps
    on my return from yielding crop-filled fields,
    I can see you rocking through the haze of time,
    your face beaming in the half light-dark.
    Without words, Grandma, you say again
    how much you love me. In the bleeding of day,
    The absence of sun and technicolors dimmed,
    you toss your hand to me, a paper-thin wave,
    fingers set free of kisses buzzing deathless love.

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