“Lights”
A hundred sparkles
reflected in blue marbles;
Galactic merging.
Steve D
A hundred sparkles
reflected in blue marbles;
Galactic merging.
Steve D
Hanging on the wall
or in the deep winter sky,
a guide for young eyes.
Steve D
Similar premise,
deja vu conversations,
but wholly new world.
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Test the direction
of the story’s path, listen,
as critique feeds back.
Steve D
Rage just under skin,
simmering, clouding the mind,
now tempered with hope.
Steve D
Writing fits and starts,
a cobbling of narration
in quiet moments.
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Clock out, empty mind,
only to fill up again
come Monday morning.
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Finding the conflict
reveals the story’s heartbeat.
Follow the rhythm.
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Achieving greatness
for the story envisioned,
not that expected.
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Castles in the sand
destroyed immediately
by curious hands.
Steve D