Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Art is never finished, only abandoned Leonardo da Vinci. Sitting here contemplating the worries of the world, my brow creased deep in thought. Older and wiser, thoughts of my youth fill the space in my brain. Could I have done things differently? What would the outcome have been? But I am much better for it.

You take from fair isles. Death and grief are all. They breathe out their life breath. And inhale it in hongi. Always seek to be shared. If you give out love. It comes back to you. When your dad talked about you. And I looked at your photo.

Collection of classic poems, famous poems, love poems, and more. Classic poem of the day. Three happy children in a darkened room! What do they gaze on with wide-open eyes? A dense, dense forest, where no sunbeam pries,. And in its centre a cleared spot. Gigantic flowers on creepers that embrace. Tall trees; there, in a quiet lucid lake. She weeps, for lo! .

We cannot consider anything that has been previously published or accepted for publication in any form, including work that has appeared online, in blogs, on Facebook, etc. Due to the large volume of submissions we receive, we cannot offer individual criticism. We welcome unsolicited submissions of poetry, original or in translation, during our regular reading period, September 15 March 15. We accept submissions online only; work sent via mail will be recycled.

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