Prose poem

The Lost Coin

Letters lilt in swelling orchestra

Image by the writer

The dawn’s saffron anoint horizon – blush of setting day dissolve in twilight –rhododendrons, wild scents chirp in rhapsody – imbibing oblique deodars and explosions of green – my dream crystallises in misty mountains – to dabble in constellations, stars and galaxies festooning afar in serendipitous flurry

a plumped up caterpillar anchors on the twig – the torment, turbulence, forbearance kicks the cramped plasma –untangling the stunning effulgent wings – resin’s amber sputter in fragrant pines – pitter patter of bees over wild rose bushes – centripetal bustle in blossoms’ nuclei throb the moments’ matrix

shedding petals kiss buds spreading out –matter snoozes, winks in folds of surreal– the tension now plucked stirring up a tone – letters lilt in swelling orchestra– a lost coin found in music-swept herbage – a blushing poem bubbles the ink on papyrus– a dusty nebula drenches in newborn star’s light.

Era Garg March 2024

Thanks to Wry Welwood for such a surreal prompt. He effortlessly opens vistas of creative visualizations.

Thanks for publishing my poetry Samantha Lazar, a fine thinker, teacher, writer and editor. My sincere regards to Zay Pareltheon, Viraji Ogodapola, J.D. Harms and the entire team of scrittura.

Link to the Wednesday prompt is here

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