A beautiful poem -- still just a dim tossing of leaves, A woman, her face hidden by leaves, silent and glowing though like a bowl of bright yellow pears in autumn.
My poems, I may flatter myself, will amuse, provoke, delight, beguile and shock.
What is this person thinking, feeling, hiding?
Then the holy hush of another sacrifice involving five of her friends and their cross-country drive.
Here's how I approached the task, beyond setting the goal of a newly drafted poem per week.
I know life is a journey.
Find some other examples.
Fami,y of God Church Good day.
What does the imagery suggest about the speaker of these poems?
The world is full of them.