Today's prompt is to write a poem using long lines. Hmmm, long lines are often my downfall, so I do like to keep them clipped and short, but hey, I'll go with the flow today so...
Today a story of sights:
fluid script of serene come-and-go waves,
curlicues of white as taut as intricate lace.
The calligraphy of tree branches as they wait for leaves.
One magpie's unlucky black and white fly-by.
Cars that pass oblivious, slow verbs in the distance.
Clouds that can't seem to make up their mind -
stay, go, float, fall; all the same, whatever which way.
Two lone pink flowers on the cherry blossom at the end of the lane -
spring's mascot, weak-willed, biding its blooms.
And for the epilogue - one blue-winged, russet-blushed swallow's
sleek dart-dip, home again, (heart again), to announce a new season
to the world beneath its wings.