Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
I hear poetry …
in melodious notes of blue rain song
as emerald moss croons to the lonely stream
and shimmering fish dance in clear icy waters
— an arioso symphony–
When the white winter air clouds my warm breath
while grey doves huddle in the barren trees
and Northern Flickers peck, peck, peck
…I hear poetry
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I’m enjoying exploring the Puente form. To learn more about the Puente form, visit Shadow Poetry: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/puente.html
Lovely imagery!
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Thank you kindly!
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you are welcome.
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This is classic
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Thank you!
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You painted this one. Just gorgeous.
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How kind- thank you Drew.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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