She arranged them on a slip of lace
these delicate teacups
with daisies dancing
on fields of green
She smashed each with a heavy hammer
reveling in its weight
as she swung and
found purchase
She held a vision a death and rebirth
this cycle of renewal, endless
and even as she woke
she felt its burden
photo: pxhere
prompts: #NaPoWriMo, Poetic Asides, #zenverse
Writing and Reflections 
Wow! What a dream! I love the opposition between the quaint teacups, on lace, arranged, and the rage of the hammer smashing it all to bits.
Well done!
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Thank you!
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What an intriguing poem! I would expect to find this one in a book! I’ll be thinking about it for awhile. Beautiful tea set, btw. I collect tea pots. 🙂
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Wow! So kind! Thank you
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