Straight to Screen October 13, 2011 by kjpgarcia scream from diaphragm. forget ‘top of lungs’ that’s just morning smog to blunt the butterflies’ iridescence. instead, up from underneath fracturing, sending to surface gas and poison. Advertisements Spread the words:TwitterFacebookPinterestEmailGoogleTumblrRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
Greet the dawn with the breath of life (to paraphrase Ruth Gordon in Harold and Maude). Well done! Reply
Nice poem with a subtle message. I’ll put it on fmpoetry next week if you don’t mind. Thanks for sharing, cheers, Marc. Reply
Thanks. Always feel free to post my work on FMPoetry. I appreciate it and I love reading all the other great folding mirror poems over there. Reply
Greet the dawn with the breath of life (to paraphrase Ruth Gordon in Harold and Maude). Well done!
Nice poem with a subtle message. I’ll put it on fmpoetry next week if you don’t mind. Thanks for sharing, cheers, Marc.
Thanks. Always feel free to post my work on FMPoetry. I appreciate it and I love reading all the other great folding mirror poems over there.
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Scream from diaphragm. I like it!