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Rochelle Foles Apr 2019
napowrmo April 3, 2019



                         she stood              on the edge
                                of the  p
                                            r

                                           e
                                           c


                                             i
                                             p

                                             i
                                             c
                                             e

                       pebble in hand
                                   mind
                                   blanketed in fog

                      staring intently
                      quietude engulfing all

              
                      she lay on her belly
                                    arm stretched     o.      u.        t.
                                               over the abyss


                      closing her eyes
                      tipping her ear toward the           unfathomable depths
                                    she loosened her grip
                                               and began counting  




                                     infinity
                                              takes forever
                                              one number at a time



                         © rochellefoles 2019
NAPOWRMO day 3,  pondering the depth of loss i’m feeling over my mother’s death
Rochelle Foles Apr 2019
he had
        never               experienced the glow before

her love
        reigned on him
        showered         him with    sunlight kisses

and he
  
        he held the reign bow in his hands






napowrmo day 4
april 4, 2019
(c) rochellefoles
interesting to use homonyms now and again.  this is, i think rather obvious, but if not reign, rather than rain alludes to who wears the pants, tiara and sits on the throne with the septor!

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