types of poetry?
is that idea insanity?
does a net catch breath?
Tag: Toward Form
Pattern
nobody ever
gets me maybe because i
don’t get them at all
and this not true not true not
whatever please breakthrough please
let’s get together
set love free
Cairn, 2019: burnt
i have not listened to the soil’s breathy gossip since the oven crusted me
i have not had the field’s weeds’ wonder still me
since . . .
Cairn, 2019: Tell Me When
when i started blogging i found myself letting myself write at times i wouldn’t have, and letting myself follow things i may not have, this I think is one of those, not really clever, not great lines, but true to me https://ablindcatchinthesun.wordpress.com/2018/05/21/tell-me-when/ Toni 🙂 A. H/ K. H-H (17th April 2019)
tell me when
tell me when
just when
social masks
aren’t needed
tell me when
just when
the wind in the grass
is heeded
(c) A. H / K. H-H (21/5/18)
