Rainy day ripples into
green covered brooks.
Erasure poems weave
a dark feathered tale.
A dead ibis cries
her last story path
–crossing a road
–danger retraced.
Rainy day ripples
her life erased.
(c) June Perkins.
Rainy day ripples into
green covered brooks.
Erasure poems weave
a dark feathered tale.
A dead ibis cries
her last story path
–crossing a road
–danger retraced.
Rainy day ripples
her life erased.
(c) June Perkins.
I write; therefore I am.
My thoughts, my words and the story of my life.
words and music
Food for the Heart
RainyReviews is aimed at writing Self-published and Wattpad book reviews. I will be writing my own poetry and short stories. I will also be creating aesthetics.
Poetry about everything that happens and some things that do not happen...
A potpourri of emotions
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
What a beautiful, but sad, poem, June. I’m sorry about the ibis. Your words evoke strong emotions.
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It did make me sad to see this.
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