Poetry, prose, and lyrics from Henry Clemmons.
You depict rage rather beautifully.
This had the momentum of flapping wings carrying us off to magical places..Jae
I love the tempo... great depth and beauty here.
The first thing I wanted to do was to climb that beautifully amazing tree at the top of your blog. I would have loved sitting there while reading your poem. And then I would have either fallen out of the tree or just sprawled all over it thinking of the way you captured the powerful imagery of nature. Lovely! And thanks for visiting my post too.
Love this take on the flock, and once again, the color and texture of your work is excellent. You have a knack for writing about nature, Henry. Amy
good thing those dreams have strong wings to keep them aloft!!
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