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Photo Friday, Shrooms and a last NaPoWriMo

I love that it’s almost over, and I’ll miss it.  I suppose it’s a bit like hiking the Grand Canyon:  

Today’s prompt:

write a poem based on things you remember. Try to focus on specific details, and don’t worry about whether the memories are of important events, or are connected to each other. You could start by adopting Brainard’s uniform habit of starting every line with “I remember,” and then you could either cut out all the instances of “I remember,”

Mushroom Farm

I remember a cube of black dirt left in the corner
I remember Christmas just behind me and January bleak
I remember six weeks of waiting before pleasure’s hint.
I remember disappointment after rolling back a peek.
I remember sinus recoil from musty waves rejoinder.
I remember the hope’s tiny pearl delivered.
I remember yesterday’s forest floor taste.
Tomorrow promises more.

And here are  the photos that inspired my poem

mushrooms - 2

mushrooms - 1

mushrooms - 3

mushrooms - 5

See more photos at Pierced Wondering.  Oh my, such great photos over there.  I wonder if anyone is writing poetry.

Pierced Wonderings

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  1. Liz Liz

    I love that you are writing poetry. Thank you for sharing.

    • Adela Adela

      Thanks Liz. Poetry is haaaard.

  2. Love. Just brilliant.

    • Adela Adela

      You are so kind, Terri.

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