‘The Meadow’ by Doug Thornton
Whether if my promise be known or not, Of which I spoke when lying on this spot, The weeds have ...
Whether if my promise be known or not, Of which I spoke when lying on this spot, The weeds have ...
Those Catskill Mountain Climbs I've walked from Ayers rock to Sydney I've seen all those majestic sites I've beheld the ...
I Think Therefore “I think,” said Descartes, “and therefore I am.” declared many years ago, way before spam. It predated ...
A Sonnet Saluting Lady Snow Snow is a rainfall in frozen repose; Rainbow rich in hues, delicate its shape After ...
A godly painting held over their heads As they process through a street in Florence, Each face is free from ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf42IP__ipw Duo des fleurs Léo Delibes By U. Carew Delibes Along a stream, the daughter of a Brahmin priest ...
“He strove to resuscitate the dead art/Of poetry; to maintain "the sublime"/In the old sense. Wrong from the start …” ...
I Pray It’s Not Too Late I’ve walked in the eye of a hurricane Safe between its walls of rain ...
Martin, what a generous and inspirational comment. My Muse is dancing with delight and telling me to fetch my pen…
... and I absolutely love your “memento mori” observation. My personified Earth IS whispering of our own mortality. Perhaps the…
Brian, as ever your comments are perceptive and generous and a pleasure to receive. Your close reading of the form…
a beautiful poem! as delicate as a snowflake!
Margaret, you are spot on with your observations and I thank you for your kind and encouraging comment.
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