Written for: Go Dog Go Cafe - Tuesday Writing Prompt
(posted by Devereaux and Beth)
"Use the words, willow, line, and forget in a poem."
From their picnic
spot on a knoll,
they spy a line
of weeping willows,
heads bent, throwing
shadows on the water.
It is a scene they
know will live on
in their memories.
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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