‘Birdsong’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Birdsong If I might for a moment go all soft And corny; hold in humble hands aloft A simple ...
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‘The Roommate’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
The Roommate It’s early morning (morning prayer): I hear Her in her room as now and then she sighs ...
‘Home’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Home I wandered lonely, not so much a cloud As more a type of fog, as something cool And ...
‘Sunday Morning in Canada’: A Poem by Jeffrey Essmann
Sunday Morning in Canada By all accounts he was a thoroughly Unpleasant man. His wife divorced him and His ...
For the birds or from the birds -- It hardly matters which. A very tidy poem tht covers all the…
Well described Margaret. Thank you for sharing your observations and experience. The old adage: “You don’t get over it, you…
Sure, that's also a possible interpretation.
All I have is a totally gray mustache, which doesn't even filter out plankton. Shaving is a pain and a…
I interpret the "tangled rabble" as the plants on the shore, foreboding and eerie to the eyes of the Romans..
