A new published poem by me in Visual verse, inspired by an image by Michael Easterling.
The question these mornings of birdsong
I woke up this morning thinking/T.S. Eliot had no clue
We should have known it well
A poem in draft form.
After Éluard and Cave.
A new attempt at a poem.
When Patti and Robert met
they slept covered by a blanket of stars.