Organ Cry

 

Winds have come hissing, a portent cliff.
Arthritic hearts; metered joint of pulp-n-pace–they fall.

© Grace Black

Poetry Month continues, and this is Day 19 of NaPoWriMo for me. Today’s prompt was to write a Landay. (and this was new to me, fascinating read here)

30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,

Grace

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