Reading, Writing and Appreciating Poetry Month


Beloved dogwood

One on Three of April, 2015

The day turned dark at noontime. (they said it always – it doesn’t – does)

26 years ago, Good Friday was earlier
Don’t believe in direct conversation with a divine . . .  understand?
Is a comfort in learned lines though
Oh, Lord! Oh, oh, oh! Oh my god! Uh, uh, uh!
Hail, Mary, full of  disappointment.