I haven't asked permission to paste the actual poems here. So I'll just put the links here.
This Leaning Sunflower
All five stanzas speak to me. How swell is that?! If fact, that's kind of remarkable. The poet has cast her lines in such a way that I, as reader, am brought under their spell. Even if my reading is imprecise, goes off on a personal tangent. Associations and connotations are the ghostly life of poetry. And I do like a poem written with such an artistic use of images.
Dwindling Black Violas
A soulful observation of experiences cut short, even while the neurosis of the Urban Absurd continues its oblivious threading into time.
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