If my song could hold you like a saxophone solo
If I could lift you from every black hole
If I could make you float like ivory soap
Dry your tears make you love your years
Uncover your lion heart
And shred your fears
Wouldn’t that be a job
And a reason to sing!
Wouldn’t that be a platform
From where to spring!
A dream job worth more than an acre of saffron
Is from the real spirit rock
The God of all nations
Linking up with Linda Kruschke and paint chip poetry..”Today I want you to write about your dream job using at least three of these paint chip words or phrases: saxophone solo, lion heart, saffron, spring, black hole, spirit rock, and ivory. Bonus points if you use all seven and include a rhyme scheme that involves using one or more of the prompt words.
This made me think of the job of being a mom. Definitely a God-given occupation.
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Thank you. Yeah, definitely a mom works here!
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So beautiful, Mary, and well done for the prompt!
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Thank you!
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Thank you. Yeah, definitely a mom works here!
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