Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sans Sand

Prompt: Make a pattern of repetitions.


Response: Sans Sand

shapeless sands sift and shift

while the wind whines and winds -

sent to saints of scented sands

where wind's woes wave worriedly

like lolling lilies and lilacs

on green grasses going grainy

in lavender lakes - live and lie -

grand gained games.

the witch watches woefully

soft sands sifting, shifting,

in ways worn wandering

like sun shined sharpening

lady lone - lady lost

going in gratuitous gains.

lovely long lone lanes lack

gentle glazed grazing.

shapeless sand's shifting.

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