Have you seen where nature is in five syllables,
And what she was doing in seven?
Indications of a season are in a single word,
Keeping her when for the last five syllable line.
Unveil her verbal portrait.
The Poetic Rabbit
Copyright and Attribution Info
This work by Tawnya Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
What I’ve Never Forgotten:“If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?” ― Emily Dickinson, Selected Letters
On Any Given Day
Shapes of Writing
Tracking the Hare
- End in sight tasmith1122.wordpress.com/2017/07/17/end… https://t.co/bvYe4ff6s9 published 6 months ago
- Looking at the Rhetoric of Space tasmith1122.wordpress.com/2016/11/04/loo… https://t.co/8cceqK41Iv published 1 year ago
- RT to #VoiceSaveOwen nbc.com/the-voice/app published 1 year ago
red wolf journal