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.
--Issa
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.