Free Verse
Rhyming on the Eighth
Group rhyme - by Denise Lindquist, Carol Verant Arola, JoAnn Boorman, Jennifer Sawatzky Story Rhyme Along There was a guy that lived south of town. He had red curly hair and was known as the town clown. He had an amazing gift of telling stories of his adventures.
By Denise E Lindquist2 months ago in Poets
Soft-bellied Prey
Wasn't I Supposed to Remember something? Yes, I'm Sure that I Was supposed to. But There's a Void in my head Where That thing Should have been. It's felt Draped over The piano's innards. Muting An affect that Didn't need much help. I am a bird More days than Than I am a human. Prey in a Place that values The hunger of the predator. I don't Have those Kinds of hungers. But I Do wonder If that's the thing That I Misplaced In my memory. If I've lost The memory of Predation, then I'm... Fine Being some Soft-bellied prey. I'd rather be The one wounded Than do the wounding.
By Silver Daux2 months ago in Poets
