march's pewter clouds scurry and flit over fields laid bare from winter's cold. on the porch, I spy a single crow perched atop my weathered fence post as yellow ... CONTINUED
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shades of blue
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my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…