sevenling (fantasy)

 

if dust were diamonds,

asphalt was gold, and

trees’ leaves paper money,

 

we’d sneeze on greed

drive over wealth, con~

sider banks quite funny!

 

fantastical, our discontent would blow away with wind~

 


Linking to dVerse Poetics with Lillian on “fantasy” theme…

 

silver icing

 

Jeweled november morning

presents her fragile gifts

wrapped in brittle air

 

crisp cookie cut-outs of fallen

gingerbread leaves, sprinkled

with sparkling sugar crystals

 

frosty gems encrust cold

rim of now abandoned birdbath,

an over-sized salted goblet

 

dead lawn glitters a thousand

clear white diamonds, reflecting

frigid rays of sharp sunlight

 

piercing tender ears of chilled clouds.

 

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Mixing metaphors hereā€¦like a november morning mixes beauty and severity.