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COMPOSITION by Jennifer Smith WELL DONE! Poetry

COMPOSITION by Jennifer Smith

Writers awaken to songs of renewal.

Emergence of verse through morning's stillness.

Time zones merge in melodic arrangement along direction, distance, and infinite space.

Sunbeams taper through windowpanes, brushing authors' shoulders.

Infusion of magic in rose tones and floral scents of an apricot sunrise.

Above moorlands and dunes, mountains and cliffs, a writing circle forms.

Wind escalates wordsmiths to literary haven beyond the pastel skyscape.

Ascension toward a circular oasis, edged in indigo.

Iridescent opals adorn the perimeter's deep blue border.

Storytellers, songwriters, playwrights and poets assemble in an array of aspirations.

Artisans enter the ring's cypress archway, draped in buttercup chiffon and daffodil tulle.

Harmonious procession into a palette of clarity and quiet energy.

Teacher opens her birchwood box, lined in copper satin sheen.

A presentation of gifts revealed for the wounded, the weary, the ready.

Writers reach to grasp medallion portals rising in yellow ribbon spirals.

Swaying gently, the circle releases the group into a panorama of craft.

Migration toward acres teeming with pages awaiting touch of pens.

The landscape lies fertile for artistic rebirth, its climate controlled.

Authors traverse routes lightly, no constraints of passports, compass arrows, or roadmaps.

Restoration for souls seeking their way, their words, their voice.

Portals are their thresholds to journeys through poetry and prose.

Some travel stretches of highway to canyons, oceans, and the spectacle of painted sunsets.

Inspiration found though wonders of art, music, nature, and self.

Others pause in quietude of shaded back roads, as words absorb pain.

Circle's illumination guides writers home, its purpose fulfilled.

Completion, closure, and to be continued.

Moments preserved in memoirs and poems for all seasons,

Lines arranged among ages, through stories and song.

Night falls on syllables shimmering amid stars.

Words traverse spheres, in motion with wind.

*Dedicated to Diane Zinna

Jennifer Smith is a retired elementary school speech-language pathologist, now writing with themes inspired by her small town, southern life. Her work appears in 50-Word Stories and Fictionette, and she was a co-winner in City of LaFayette, Georgia’s community writing contest. Jennifer has work forthcoming in The Bluebird Word, The MockingOwl Roost, and Fifty Give or Take with Vine Leaves Press. A sample of her grief writing will be included in Letting Grief Speak by Diane Zinna through Columbia University Press. She holds a Master of Science in Communicative Disorders from the University of Alabama, an Educational Specialist in Curriculum and Instruction from Lincoln Memorial University, and a Creative Writing Certificate from Kennesaw State University. A member of Alpha Delta Kappa, she serves on the organization’s Pages and Pearls Book Club committee. Residing in northwest Georgia, Jennifer enjoys walking, listening to audiobooks, and reviewing books.

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