Lately, I've spent an hour of my Tuesdays with the Black Seed Writers Group, which convenes at 9.30 am in the basement of St Paul's Cathedral (Anglican/Episcopal) in Boston. During the last session, I produced an earlier version of this poem.




Brief Description

Cold March sky

 

slowly goes

from a slab of black

 

to a jewel of lucent indigo

 

tinged with rose

at the tree-scratched edges





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-03-06 at 10:59

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Another fine sketch, this one delightfully lyrical.
2019-03-06


Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Ooh, Black Seed! Members of Coo & Co are intrigued by the name of this writers group, Tommo. We like both the structure of this poem and its rich descriptions, particularly 'tree-scratched edges'. That is just right :>)
2019-03-06


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I like that :) The language brings a smile to my face... not sure how to explain why it does, but voilą... I really enjoyed this :)
2019-03-06