For dVerse and our host, Bjorn. Our creative challenge is to “verb nouns.” Cheers to verbing nouns. Hope I’ve verbed my nouns properly. 😊
An aerie of eagles flew by on a wing and a prayer…
I heard them muttering about the ascension of larks.
Even the sky seems lonely and somber, remembering better days,
when the sun confidenced with a brazen grin.
Memories are clouding in the sky
trying to shape the recall of dreams.
Even the rivering seems too stoic, as it streams past.
Ghostly haunts drift by now and again, stopping to say hello.
My mind plays tricks on me, as the emotions float through,
wondering if things will never be the same again.
I think a bevy of swans,
A book of wagers,
A caste of flower pots,
An array of hedgehogs,
Or even an argument of wizards,
Would lift my spirits right about now.
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