I Heard You When I Wrote This Poem
Today over at the poetry blog, "What's Going On ?", the prompt was, write a boomerang poem. There's an explanation on the page of the form so I won't go into it, but the whole time I was writing it I was seeing and hearing you Dawn. Every day I've asked for inspiration for this April month of poetry. You chose to come inspire me for the 24th day. I miss you so much, but I know you would love this poem. I should say I know you do because I believe it came from you. This Poem is Clouds, Bloom, and Sparkle This poem is an April day without sun. This poem is two hummingbirds huddled in a rose. This poem is rain turning grass into emerald sparkles. This poem is walking water puddles, and giggles echoing in the street. This poem is a girl holding an umbrella believing she is the princess of wind. This poem is an April day without sun. This poem is moments that pass too quickly, photographs from newborn to graduation. This poem is storms, tears, broken hearts, a fri...