@narnian78 Fair enough. I do recognize that would at least add regional interest for local folks from there or birders curious about the area. It just doesn't tell me a lot about the style as a poetry fan! 😉

It's Napowrimo season! And I am actually on track so far on production, although a little uncertain of my quality.

Here's today's...

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The Storytellers

4/3/2024

I find good company through books and songs

Written by people I may never see.

They share a glimpse of love, wonder at wrongs

This broken world somehow allowed to be.

One speaks of fighting, light against the dark;

Another of hoping for a great escape.

Another of how love may find its mark

Even amidst the dangerous path we shape.

And then there are the folk who, hidden, seem

To share a special fellowship, a muse

That spreads its whispers through a common dream;

A Shallot's mirror they cannot refuse.

I look to distant bards as my heart's kin

Whose stories call for me to let them in.

These Neglected Wonders

4/8/2024

I see a flower, but you call it a weed.

Fierce dandelions, sweet clover, elanor,

Rise from the earth unwanted, spreading seed.

The humble shapes all sing the seasons’ creed,

And though they are mowed down they flourish more.

I see a flower, but you call it a weed.

I am reminded I can let hope lead

When I see the green and gold and more

Rise from the earth unwanted, spreading seed.

Would you find your wonder likewise freed

If you saw God's garden, not invasive spore?

I see a flower, but you call it a weed.

Like your petunias, they all drink storm's mead

Down to their roots, and gladly their leaves soar.

They rise from the earth unwanted, spreading seed. 

They follow only life, not grasping greed

Although removing them's a favored chore.

I see a flower, but you call it a weed,

Rise from the earth unwanted, spreading seed.