Morning opens a fresh page,
and chickadees offer first words.
Penstemon, paintbrush form adjectives,
spill color in high meadows,
and streams rush verbs,
glinting from the glacier.
Afternoons, rain clouds punctuate
the sky with lightning exclamations, pepper
the lake with commas, colons, dashes.
In the evening, herons fish —
parenthetical against the sunset.
At night stars blink ellipses.
There is rustling in the margins.
– Sarah Russell
Photo courtesy of Marty Loveday
Poem for Real Toads prompt on metafiction.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
I love the movements and the visuals–the feeling of verbs running, rushing! and stars forming ellipses…
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Thanks Magaly. Loved your meta-verse too.
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This is just wonderful. I love the way grammar terms become the artistry
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Thanks a lot, George.
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This is breathtaking Sarah. A writer’s wonderland
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Thanks, Angie. Yes, it is a wonderland. Alas, our cabin was sold about a year ago. Miss it a lot!!
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Oh this is absolutely phenomenal! 😀 Great write!
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Thank you, Sanaa.
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Your description is so serene. I loved seeing the landscape in terms of language in this way.
In the evening, herons fish —
parenthetical against the sunset.
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Thanks a lot, Kerry.
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I love when nature merge with punctuation.
Let’s embrace ellipses …
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Thanks, Bjorn. I overuse ellipses-es, but I do love them …
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Beautiful:
“pepper
the lake with commas, colons, dashes.
In the evening, herons fish —
parenthetical against the sunset”
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Thanks for visiting and your lovely comment, Rene.
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