i could see her
then my thoughts
bloomed like
flowers, bright orange poppies
wonderous bright and i go
and whisper love to
her hair still mussed by sleep
my mind all, raddled perceptions, and in
moments like these their
ability to wear clothes
of polite deception dies with
stark naked truth gleaming no
shining through to the west
horizon, the wind
blows my deception to
the eastern most point of my love and iron
rust,red and magenta notions come out
with joy to play the
sun colours and creases
early morning clouds, they blush in
deference to her ****** beauty the
sun hides, she shines brighter this **morning
napowrimo day 5
prompt: golden shovel.
poem used Janet Frame's "her thoughts"
agolden shovel is a poem created by using
another poet's work as the ending word
in each line. i have highligted this by using **bold**
this is my first attempt at this difficult form