Voyage
The bald eagles Launch from the bleached Pole trees and Soar up and up over The head of the photographer below. Sixteen in all. Click, click, click She…
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Shireen JeejeebhoyThe bald eagles Launch from the bleached Pole trees and Soar up and up over The head of the photographer below. Sixteen in all. Click, click, click She…
Life. Hills of disappointment. Mirages of fusion happiness good news.
It’s Good Friday When the hordes Demanded blood Not theirs but another’s For the sin of uttering words They didn’t want to hear For not uttering the words…
Wings of flowing air Amaze me As they roll with flair In the sky And fly Straight Past Their engines roaring, their blades turning Fast, oh so fast.…
February. In the old days, snow so deep you sunk up to your knees, slipped and slid on the unshovelled walks. February. In the new days,…
A hard-yet-easy poetry prompt for this Wednesday by Robert Brewer for Poetic Asides. It’s the hard things that happen to us that lend themselves most easily to poetry,…
I started by wanting to put together a video of my helicopter trip over the Kaskawulsh Glacier near Vulcan Mountain, the one I took when I was visiting…
Today’s poetry challenge on Poetic Asides blog was what would you do if you suddenly got a million dollars. I know what I’d do! “Lightness” Million dollars flutter…
