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Wonder World

Daybreak falls upon a field.
Nature wakes to rise and shine.
Sunlight births a garden’s yield.
Beauty crowds these eyes of mine.

Shadows waltz on moonlit paths.
Diamonds blaze a midnight sky.
Silence quells the earthly wraths.
Beauty crowds me ‘til I die.

© Susan Schoeffield

Written for the 6/22/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings to write a poem using this first line of a piece by Emily Dickenson: “Beauty crowds me ‘til I die.” I strayed from the letter of the prompt by not using the line to begin my poem, instead using it to close my poem — – which all goes to explain away my failure to follow directions.

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