It may not look like it, but I’m enjoying National Poetry Month. I’m not even trying to post everyday, just too many words in my head. So, I’m sharing when I can.
Check out the poems flowing this month at the National Poetry Writing Month website.
The street disappears as the river rises. Crustations tuck-in as coastlines fade. Mountains burn away brush, sapplings, trees, and roads, Until snow devours flames, crumbles homes, and buries the dead. Summer blooms too early. Mud rushes down wasting homes, delivering bodies. Storms churn in the oceans before for the shores. Again the street disappears and a river rises. It’s warmer today than yesterday, but the house is cool.
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