(I am participating in National/Global Poetry Month as I continue to write small poems each morning. – Kevin)
Day Twenty Nine: One Lost Moment
The dog’s done it
before I can stop him
from doing what he’s doing
— knocking
last night’s dew drops
off budding flower tops,
and I mourn a bit
for the moment, lost
Peace (captured and released),
Kevin
The opening lines of this one and the previous one have a strikingly conversational ring to them! Think I can hear the month of practice
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