To my mind, this is my best poem. Happy to be contradicted though.
Like the foam at the crest of the wave and the sky. Like the moon and the crack in the clouds. Like the pan and the hob, the butter and cob. I love you in all of these ways. As chimes hanging freely, awaiting the wind. As trees lie in wait for the rain. As… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #16 – Appropriate