Sunday’s soapbox is yours to use as you will – within the bounds of decency and absence of defamation. You’re welcome to look back or forward, discuss issues of the moment, to pontificate, ponder or point us to something of interest, to educate, elucidate or entertain, amuse, bemuse or simply muse, but not abuse.
It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart. – Ranier Maria Rilke
The Hieroglyph Moth by Pascale Petit was featured at Tuesday Poem last week.
Contributions from Tuesday poets linked in that blog’s sidebar include:
A reading of T.S. Eliot’s Hollow Men with images of World War I and a reading of another Eliot poem, The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, by the poet.
Three Roses by Timothy Cahill.
Midnight Pantoum by Saradha Koirala.
The Gazelle by Rainer Maria Rilke.
My Minion by Alicia Ponder.
Love in the Suburbs by Peter Lach Newinsky.
And a visual poem: Cut by Orchid Tierney,