308th Virtual Poetry Circle
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Welcome to the 308th Virtual Poetry Circle!
Remember, this is just for fun and is not meant to be stressful.
Keep in mind what Molly Peacock’s book suggested.
Look at a line, a stanza, sentences, and images; describe what you like or don’t like; and offer an opinion. If you missed my review of her book, check it out here.
Today’s poem is from Jack Kerouac:
Some of the ones read:
After the shower among the drenched roses the bird thrashing in the bath.
No telegram today only more leaves fell.
Early morning yellow flowers, thinking about the drunkards of Mexico.
Nightfall, boy smashing dandelions with a stick.
What did you think? I must be on a Jazz kick!