Fallen Tree Breeze

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Daily Prompt: The Power of Touch

Nimble fingers run
Through my breezy hair
Soft and swooped to the side
Brown as coffee beans

The fallen tree’s bark
Rings of mighty age within
Years of weathered beating
One bolt of lightning
Bringing down a warrior
Of the ancient land

Resting my head on
Rough, mossy texture
The shining sun
Shielding my eyes
Staring up at azure
Pillows on a canvas

Trekking through the
Thick maize meadow
Powerlines overhead
Dangerous wind
Ominous and forbidding

A reminder of a nightmare
In which death chased me
And there was no way out
Thrashing through
Tall tangled branches
Evening sun on the way


Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you?

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Q is for Quadruple

Questions of the universe, they’ve quizzed our minds
Understanding nature’s perfect even
As much is contained within this pool divine
Drawing them can be fun, since it’s as easy as pie
Rollicking fun are cartoons, the four fingered discount guy
Ulysses S. Grant, he came and went on March 4
Proudly introducing Mac in the year of dystopia war
Love in four seasons, a rare green quartet
Embers reaching four feet high, haven’t gone North yet (besides the other three cardinal directions)

April A to Z Challenge