The morning sublime
The sky unlined
The trees of olive and lime
The birds on the branches aligned
The butterflies, damsels and dragons
Alive and flitting
In a fairy tale, fitting
And me on the grass, supine
37 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Supine

A wonderfully tranquil scene is composed through clear, musical imagery. The poem moves from the vast “unlined” sky down to the specific, living details of birds, butterflies, and damsels, creating a perfect, “fitting” fairy-tale world. The final line, “And me on the grass, supine,” is the masterstroke—it places a passive, observing self within this idyll, completing the picture of absolute, harmonious contentment.
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Gosh, and I just thought it a quick scribble! I thank you. Yea, inspiration did take me 🙏🥰🥰🥰
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A beautiful poem, flowing so beautifully.
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Inspiration descended and I opened to it!
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So good. 😊
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Thank you
🙏❤️
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You’re welcome dear friend
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🥰🥰🥰
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So sweet n nice 👍
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Thank you. Just a little rhyme which didn’t take much time!
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That’s a lovely fun poem Crispina 🦋
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Thank you. Quickly scribed
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This is divine!
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Thank you. Sometimes it happens! And don’t we thank our muse for that
🤔🥰😘
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I wanna join in!
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Plenty places on that grass
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Beautiful, Crispina! You’ve painted a magical scene!
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Thank you, Sammi. I think it came from my soul
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