A heaping plate of poetry, one serving per day (which doesn't mean every day, just whenever I feel like it).
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Dead Fish Washed Ashore
This is a poem that somebody scribbled on construction paper and taped up at a drum circle I was at this winter. I'm not sure who wrote it, but I liked it a lot.
None of the poems posted on here were written by me, I simply choose poems that I like. Please check out my other blog, www.treestellstories.blogspot.com to view my own original poetry, as well as artwork, recipes, random musings and thoughts.
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