funny isn’t it containing the land but green is a fugitive she jumps the walls and the cornfields are envious of the sky because air is like sea slipping through a hand while birds look down and wonder
This has to be one of my favorites of yours so far. I like your use of enjambment throughout to create pattern and rhythm, but also, the imagery is encouraged because it flows rather than each stanza becoming an entirely new image. Something that I rarely see all too often these days. Then again, most of my poetry reading comes from Instagram, so what do I know.
This has to be one of my favorites of yours so far. I like your use of enjambment throughout to create pattern and rhythm, but also, the imagery is encouraged because it flows rather than each stanza becoming an entirely new image. Something that I rarely see all too often these days. Then again, most of my poetry reading comes from Instagram, so what do I know.
Nature's complete disregard for walls
Nice one Marc
No borders