No Sense/Sense

Written for:  April 2022 PAD - Day 5 (Two-for-Tuesday)

"Write a make sense poem and/or don't make sense poem"

pandemic lessens
spring softens air, blooms appear
as tyrant destroys

love of animals
heartbeats of trust and loyalty
you can count on them

About purplepeninportland

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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