Patchwork Poetry #5

Is those things arms, or is they legs?  (The Octopus By Ogden Nash)An owl’s cry, a most melancholy cry  (The Owl By Thomas Hardy)A greyhound should be headed like a Snake,  (The Properties of a Good Greyhound By Dame Juliana Berners)When I was once in Baltimore  (Sheep By W.H. Davies)A snake came to my water-trough ... Continue Reading →

Patchwork Poem #4

I am days when I don’t know (Who am I?  by Geraldine O’Toole)But still the stars shine on high And hang like diamond’s fire in the sky (Ride the night by  Marion Bauer)I feel it’s good to find your starTo be precisely the age you are (Teenager  by  Iain Duggan)It’s the spark which holds in... Continue Reading →

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