Clusters

Dead Poets Live Prompt: And That Is Life!

Clusters and jaded stone, forlorn, refutation as lanterns in the night sky, stars amiss, babes are born, amoeba crashing in between the canvas of plasma, de-cluttering fury, Inhaling the mask of refute, crashing into dispute, between the ’n’ and ‘m’; syllabic.

We inhale future unfolding futile moments, the sticky glue of our forefathers, jasmine scents in grandma’s courtyard, upheaval at the lemonade stand, shuttering tall and unfathomable. A romantic and unusual democracy, moments fly by on top of the grammatical, why unsung heroes dart with painful counterparts.

Lovers now have found intimacy, jovial be, sting bee colors and attention seeking memory, reflecting pearls of the night sky, a romantic democracy, intimacy reflecting happenstance, regularity reflecting intimacy tall as it stands, further than the Red Wood tree, measured by the rich deep waters of the ocean.

Come away from natural disasters, shards of scent intellectualized, executed balm of those that can afford, executed, internally, fashions arise and declare self-sufficiency, the fortnight chiming to the vibrations, sensations, mint garnishing tallest glasses of grandma’s lemons’ aide, cherished with love, attention and accolades by-standers, cherish fruits of passion and blank eyes, staring at the seaside for warnings of the dire weather, staring up at at Red Wood tree, infinite more bountiful than the Red Wood tree, deeper than frigid oceanic, waves crash at a mute distance.

Anna Rozwadowska 2020