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 A new book to house this year's (and future years) NationalPoetryMonth's daily poems. |
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I'm writing once again this year. This book is my special event place for thirty special poems. Here for National Poetry Month in 2018, I'm participating but life has not been kind in the last 15 months, so I'm not always in writing mode. |
| their language is onomatopoeias they are wind whisperers all but one still listen they embrace mountains with boldness stronger than cement their lessons maintain timelessness their steadfast presence grounds rivers and protects fertile plains their summits reach towards prayer man, complex and self-important didn't try to listen or admire or question their greater necessity instead, his quest for comfort ripped away bark, wood and pulp man never looked at their peace and like infertile mulch, he forgot their wisdom after he weakened their numbers he forgot to replant their strongholds, they became ornaments, lost, no longer pillars for life trees, unlike dreams veering to nightmare cannot defend themselves and slowly lose their godship to the animal kingdom they continue to guard earth's ancestral soul its pulse mutating like the cooling of lava that will break only man's lifeline their falling majesty [2018.27.4...a] |
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