I like Michael's response. It seems to fit the mood suggested in the poem. Realistically, I see reeds that seem to be impenetrable by the Egret. And there is no color, although the green of the reeds and the blue of the water reflecting the sky would be intense.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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Jane
Ron
lovely work, lovely graphic
enjoyed the read
NEVER STOP WRITING
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Sandie