A Poetry Day
Today is a poetry day
when everything I read or do or see
inspires a poem.
I see the form of poetry
in the green needles of a stone pine tree
or hear it in the voice of my mother
as she makes her plans for the day.
This is a poetry day
when my muse sees inspiration
in the mundane
disasters of daily life.
when everything I read or do or see
inspires a poem.
I see the form of poetry
in the green needles of a stone pine tree
or hear it in the voice of my mother
as she makes her plans for the day.
This is a poetry day
when my muse sees inspiration
in the mundane
disasters of daily life.
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