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Elizabeth Kate Switaj
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Read my latest story, "A Tale of Two Birthdays", at 52|250. Praise Song for a Marine Climatepraise the poor puddles that pucker the land
pressing the pebbles & sand into bowls
that keep their praise of all that's gray
damp long past blue
pushing all that doubt away
wind
does it all
but the strange color of the heights we breathe
gets all the attention
& the shades
on our eyes
do not prevent apprenticed eyes
from seeing past their occupation
their possession
laws
& gears
rain only keeps them in
when no one praises
that impure wash
that baptism of mud
& doubt
Written in Response to read write prompt #101: p-p-p-poetry Possibly Related Classroom Projects From
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The p words simply flow here!
perfectly plastered
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I love the opening stanza, and especially the first line. I would steal that one for sure.
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I love the “baptism of mud and doubt”, what a great contrast, and the abstractness of “doubt” is earned by the very vivid build up of details throughout the poem.
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A cleansing poem – cyclical, the way the marine climate naturally works out its own impurities. Very nice!
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A fine P poem for rain and faith. Wonderful read!
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Beautiful rhythm and I love the reference to:
“the strange color of the heights we breathe”.
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nice use of the pppppp words….thanks for sharing this
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