Sands bathed by fire
flow like teardrops for a time;
patience forms a vase.

 

Posted for the Writing 201 (Poetry), day 1 prompt: Water…I know I know, my poem and the prompt don’t (at first glance) fit, but I glimpsed a vase with cascading lines, and my mind wouldn’t shut off. I just hope tomorrow’s word isn’t glass!

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