Floundered
When the poems fall from their trees
or get knocked off your shoulder
like cicadas, expect that most
land buzzing loudly on their backs;
Some few will manage to flip over.
When the poems fall from their trees
or get knocked off your shoulder
like cicadas, expect that most
land buzzing loudly on their backs;
Some few will manage to flip over.
This is wonderful, Vickie, and so timely!
That’s how I feel about my poetry the last year 🤕
Wonderful cicada poem!
lively and timely in more ways than one!
So well-put, and so true!
Laughing — very true!