Poems and Progress
I guess I've tried everyone's patience enough. (Forgive me, Dylan?)
It has been absurdly difficult to write my October poem. The prompts I was given made me think of salad, and I'm not very inspired by salad. I don't think I'd be done right now if it hadn't been for
If both your Latin and your Scripture are decent these days, then you already know the nomen. But you can also pretend you don't and try to guess it from the poem . . .
Question: How loudly does the beloved voice resound?
A whisper in the wilderness
A humming in the honey pot
A sound lost in a locust storm
Everything that noise is not
A cry that carried past a cave
A voice that ventured to a king
A love that lives where words are read
Something I would like to sing
Our more punctual poetry players for October 2011 . . .