At dVerse Laura is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using the first line of the first poem for each month of 2022 (found poetry or found lines).
Right Now Sun heats the earth, hitchcockian howl growl winds push water into thunderous demolition of delicate sands, it wasn't sudden by any means. I want to sit in the light, sometimes we are like an overflowing glass; the road behind has been and is no more. To feel complete detachment my friend's father took us fishing one night, I watched him for a while. If you drift, walking, do you speak with your voice? Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Line Links: Line one - Journey to Celebration Line two - The Unfolding Line three - No Bluff On The Knoll Line four - Everything Line five - The Paradox Line six The Real Journey Line seven - Nothing Should Own Us Line eight - Beware The Hooks Line nine - Just Stop Line 10 - Those Coral Crowns Line 11 - Not Alone Line 12 - From The Let Go