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Friday, April 16, 2021

National Poetry Month--Day 16--Tyburn Poem--Clouds

 


This one's a doozy today--a Tyburn Poem--and I don't have much time as my writer's group is meeting at my house soon. So go here to figure this out if you care about such things. Here's the blasted Tyburn poem:

CLOUDS

Drifting

Wisping

Bulging

Leaking

Blown before wind, drifting wisping gobs

Tower over, bulging leaking blobs

 ©2021 by H. Linn Murphy


 

 

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