PoetryPix
depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Tag: poem
nearly mine
“Saw a poem float by just beneath the surface” – Jim Harrison ~ Songs of Unreason A wrecking – that’s what it was out of a bay’s stormy waters, the ship appeared the perilous pitch and toss powered by a gibbous moon her bowsprit like…
Surprise!
“I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what” Jim Harrison it happens to countless others amazed, stupefied, pasty, flabbergasted faces pasted across the popular press as news – with his old tractor, a dirt farmer upturns treasure in some orifice or…
Islands of the blest
“Night comes, an angel stands Measuring out the time of stars, Still are the winds, and still the hours… countdown, just as the beetle’s watch ticks across these draughty rafters the roof lifted skyward, with another notch scored into honeycombed hereafters dreams envision, marble…
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