Here is a poem for Friday, April 30, the last day of National Poetry Month. Thank you so much for participating in this celebration. I had a good time and hope you did, too.
You remain with me
old wild goose, no matter where
you roam—same autumn night.
Do you like this poem? Why or why not? How does it make you feel?
Prompt: Copy Issa’s first line—You remain with me—and see where it leads you
You remain with me: old photograph, favorite poem, dear friend, lost love, blue heron etc.