Sunday, April 3, 2016

Running to the Hills with Poetry




The sun rose from the top
of the flower this morning
down

The fat white cat
licked water from crystal
I won't mew

Beg me
Pads, sheaths, claws
Salt on a wound











Read these:

In the Coma by Robert Pinsky
Evening is Tranquil and Dawn is a Thousand Miles Away by Charles Wright

5 comments:

  1. Sunflowers and their beautiful faces...

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  2. Don't think I didn't notice that salt peeping out by the jar ;) I love how your poem links with the picture, delightful!

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    1. And I really liked the Charles Wright poem! Thank you for the link!

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  3. You've gifted the hills with your lovely poem, and the hills will gift you in return. Count on it. Love.

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