Reading Poetry by the Morning Moon

Morning moon wind poetry clears the sky cloud flow and reveals half of the gray mottled moon. At 9:30 in the morning, the moon looks like an island in the clear ocean. I sat on the mossy meander of the beech tree and my legs hang above the stream. Walnut leaves flowed through the valleys, and finally the river, and finally the bay. Remember removing the sneakers and socks, rolling up the jeans and remember to soak the toes in the soft mud of the creek bed.

I wrote first thing in the morning until I reached a thousand words to get up. In most cases, this is bad writing, bad idea, and boring reading. But some days - when the moon lives in harmony with other planets and birds - I write a beautiful poem as words flow from my brain into the keyboard. What is the reason for the poems? I am too concerned that it is not enough. Because English is not my primary language. Because the article may be misspelled. Or no one wants. It will definitely fail, so why care about online posting? I've written a lot of articles over the years, but I have never actually published some articles on my personal website.

I read the poem twice a day - I went to breakfast for a few minutes in the morning, watched Poetry Foundation's apps and websites, read poetry, and read my poems before going to bed at night. passed. Right now, I am reading Lisel Mueller, before that, before Ni kki Giovanni, Gretchen Marquette. I can arrange toys and food for cats - then they can come to eat come to play - sometimes check out my cat Atsume Garden sometimes a little time between meetings I will spend. However. Nothing bad happened in the cat 's courtyard, cats are very cute, my thoughts will return to the bustle of life after a brief breath.

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When I was a child, my grandmother read the poem aloud and the weather was hot in Tivoli Gardens in Kingston, Jamaica, and when I took breakfast I picked up various verses. Sound will strike the untrained ears. She often finds her favorite Maya Angelo poem, and I once learned it through memory. When I was a child, I really did not understand why she had to read a lot of poems for me. She told me my name "Devyn" means "a poet, a carrier of speech, and a servant of people". This was when we had no confirmation from Google's campaign. So I accepted her words and realized that it was the truth after years. I love poetry older time or prefering to be in love of a poet in my mind, so I noticed that the poem is a sorrowful family heirloom, it is a sweet word for many times The degree can also be conveyed. And with a sad sonnet