Verdant moss mounds Even on the phone booth. The numinous cathedral of trees. Dripping, draping, vines. A different planet from my Customary desert of Concrete. Life, in any color you want it, As long as it’s green. PacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetry
You think “If I lived there Would I really still see it? Would I know that it is not Water and dirt But a place where peace and power Ride side by side?” Let me tell you, my old self. The answer is yes. OriginalWorkPacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryWater
A cento is a literary form, especially a poem, that is made up entirely of quotations from other work. Sort of the original mashup – here’s one of mine. Book Love There is no frigate like a book. I love how books begin; those passages Where the hills are twice as steep, and twice as…
Daffodils are daring. It takes true moxie to plant That hairy, fat-rat bulb Hoping you’ll eventually get Sunny ruffled splendor. Fear not, but be believing. Spring will come. by Jenel Alan OriginalWorkPoetryWriting
“Of Periods of Seas — Unvisited of Shores — Themselves the Verge of Seas to be — Eternity — is Those —” Emily Dickinson Sometimes when you’re not even sure you understand a stanza of poetry, you still understand the stanza of poetry PacificNorthwestPhotographyPoetryReflections
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