Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Pink Among The Stubble Comments

Rating: 4.8

I wake with the future washing over me
after a song, a prairie lullaby as alarm
interrupts a dream of the past, altered
where my pencil cannot reach shifting paper to write
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Jenny Kalahar
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Dr Antony Theodore 01 May 2019

On an evening trip past cornfields unshaven with winter's leftover stubble we see too much rain and melted snow have created ponds transformed into smooth mirrors of sky, very powerful observation.. indeed a great poem. tony

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Jenny Kalahar 01 May 2019

Thank you, Tony! - Jenny

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