"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Photo ~ Mama Zen
Mama Zen over at Real Toads provided us with her beautiful iPhone photos of tiny fossils as inspiration for our poetry.
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Wow! What an epic poem in so few words. My mind is filled with the magnitude of stars and space.
I just saw this come up on facebook Susie. I had to come here and tell you how powerful and touching it is. Absolutely spot on.
An incredible poetic commentary ...
Great hook in that opening line. So powerful, Susie!
This hits like a hammer, Susie. Outstanding!
I like it Susie ~~ You've got me wondering about those "little hearts", are they of buffalo or Indians, or both, or even more?Warning, my Muse got wimpy and balked at the fossils. I was glad M.Z. said we could do whatever. :)..
protest poem in a shell - well crafted ~
I might have missed the reference in "fifty stars" and "barbs of red and blue". But nonetheless, I love the picture you paint with your succinct style. Beautifully penned. :)
… I understand the reference of 50 stars and you mention blue and red - you did a great job with so few words. I take exception to the implication as I don't agree exactly - BUT - I admire what you did here. Powerful and I suppose when one is on the receiving end of death and despair, it does not matter WHY anymore! So I do agree there. Really amazing the impact this poem has with so few words! Wow.
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