‘The Family Archive’: A Poem by Robert Thomas
The Family Archive With moldy hand through tender shards I graze In boxes, old and dusty, some collapsed, And ...
The Family Archive With moldy hand through tender shards I graze In boxes, old and dusty, some collapsed, And ...
Thank you Joseph, I appreciate the reference.
Great job at capturing natural speech rhythms in iambic lines. Humorous and kept my attention to the end.
Hello Margaret. Glad to read your poem. I felt the first two stanzas were perfect but that the third was…
#3 morning mist lifting shaggy slope-shouldered bison turn to bales of hay
Moises, my thanks to you for what is another and yet more beautiful poem, these words you quote from the…
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