The full moon in April, a week or so ago now, is sometimes called the Pink Moon. Here’s a riff on pink, a list poem of sorts, to finish out National Poetry Month.
Poetry + fiction + photos + other thoughts
Tag: poem
A long line poem allows a certain amount of weaving among subject matter, more so than a more tightly delineated poem.
Today’s poem juxtaposes a tiger and a jungle
river.
Today’s poem is a personification of Poetry. Poor poetry, always dealing with strong emotions.
Call Me is another poem from the point of view of a hawk…maybe not Hawk-on-the-House, specifically, but one of the hawks relatively common in North America.