Renewed Life In the Plains

Blue Prairie Crocus


sweet breaths of pale blue

crocuses fill the prairie

-life blooms evermore


The Broken Nest

broken nest


Red-stained, broken wings

the Eagle wobbles on a

barren branch-her cries

echo through the misty gorge

The feathered-brown nest

lies shattered on the bare rocks

below-its silence

snapped as the Eaglet soars high

Poetry: T.S. Eliot

Poetry is not a turning loose
of emotion, but an escape
from emotion; it is not the
expression of personality,
but an escape from
personality. But, of course,
only those who have
personality and emotions
know what it means to want
to escape from these things.
-T.S. Eliot

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April is Camp NaNoWriMo and NaPoWriMo!  Are you participating in either or both?

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