Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker
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Thursday, December 6, 2018
Sand and Snow
The wind turns the prairie
Into an ice blue desert
Crystalline sparkles
Water lifts into air
The sun agrees simply
It's more and more fun
Shadows dramatic
When crystalline spun
Sand too as crystalline
Earth born in air
Drifting in sugars
Molasses and waves.
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