I’ve always tried to read at least some poetry every night. But lately I’ve been reading sizable chunks of it every evening & morning both, and THEN I find myself trying to take at least one decent photo every day. I totally blame Joseph 💯
I had to spread reading America Is The Poem over a couple of days, wanting to soak in every word. Now, this April gem arrives in my inbox like a surprise little gift! Thanks Joseph, it is a beauty.
Painting stories with words, I am transported to that day In April. Your beautiful outlook on life is inspiring and for this reason May will be unfold in simplistic ways…
I’ve always tried to read at least some poetry every night. But lately I’ve been reading sizable chunks of it every evening & morning both, and THEN I find myself trying to take at least one decent photo every day. I totally blame Joseph 💯
A beautiful ode to spring. My favorite season.
How far
will the senses reach
to shed winter’s sleep?
💙
Although there are few action verbs in this poems, it feels like everything moves. Even the red barn going to rot. Lovely and stirring all at once.
🔥🔥🔥
Alliteration is one of my favorite poetic devices, and this is chock full of that good stuff. A beautiful vision of April.
Lovely! 🙌Sending this poem to my husband. He loves Spring.😊
Such a jolt of waking to the world, all the way to the last line ...
I had to spread reading America Is The Poem over a couple of days, wanting to soak in every word. Now, this April gem arrives in my inbox like a surprise little gift! Thanks Joseph, it is a beauty.
I like it!
Painting stories with words, I am transported to that day In April. Your beautiful outlook on life is inspiring and for this reason May will be unfold in simplistic ways…
https://open.substack.com/pub/ringbearer/p/four-daffodils?r=280cux&utm_medium=ios
knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ...
stand still and listen
to the gasp ...
and hope it's not (y)our last
sometimes the noise
is too loud
too insistent ...
what would a quiet mo(u)rning sound like?
knock, knock, knocking on heaven's door ...
stand still and listen
to the gasp ...
and hope it's not (y)our last
sometimes the noise
is too loud
too insistent ...
what would a quiet mo(u)rning sound like?