almost done with autumnal poems i think poetry having lost their leaves these trees stand bare and bronchial inverted lungs invisibly inhaling radio waves and other slow moving atmospheric molecules. Share this: Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
crisp as a radio wave and in the autumn wind. I love traditional autumn poems but this gives me a new way to enjoy my favorite season.
If they keep turning out like this, I wouldn’t be so quick to stop. Great stuff.
ditto what he said
crisp as a radio wave and in the autumn wind.
I love traditional autumn poems but this gives me a new way to enjoy my favorite season.