honeysuckle buckles,
tucks green shoots and?fuschia buds?
through warm, weathered fence
–Laura Purdie Salas, all rights reserved
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I’m visiting Irene Latham’s blog today (she of the progressive poem brilliance) and talking about metaphor in poetry, in 2 of my BookSpeak! poems in particular. I hope you’ll stop by and check it out!
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Enjoyed your sounds and imagery! I’ll go see what you’re up to at Irene’s.
Thanks, Tabatha. Boy, it’s hard to say anything fresh in a poem when I’m writing them this fast. Makes me appreciate really skilled haiku collections all the more, that’s for sure!
Enjoyed your sounds and imagery! I’ll go see what you’re up to at Irene’s.
Thanks, Tabatha. Boy, it’s hard to say anything fresh in a poem when I’m writing them this fast. Makes me appreciate really skilled haiku collections all the more, that’s for sure!
Aw, I like that — and I’d like honeysuckle buckles on all of our fence legs here, but alas, we’re having hail.
Aw, I like that — and I’d like honeysuckle buckles on all of our fence legs here, but alas, we’re having hail.