Being fifty-something … I’ll give anything a go, at least once, maybe twice.
More book spine poetry:
“The nameless everywoman,
liaising with life in hovering flight.
S is for silence.”
Vinnies, Vines Road, Geelong 10 September 2012
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lovely!
Thanks, Mary!
This is a fun exercise for a struggling poet such as I.
You, however, aren’t struggling. Such truth in your book spine poem! Thanks.
Thanks, Teresa! Much more fun (and less pressure) than haiku. 🙂