by Bill Yarrow
this from a poem:
bison rest, tigers roam
this from a book:
deer mice sleep, spotted owls look
this from a play:
husbands sit silent, wives have their say
this from a song:
adolescents exclude, kids get along
this from the news:
drunkards indulge, addicts abuse
this is the dance:
glaciers recede, the barrens advance
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This poem appeared in Peacock Journal.
Thanks, Bill and Kate Lantry.
Frightening last line.
Every second line a truth. I agree with Erika, the last one frightens. And the "dance" irony is perfect.
Last stanza.
Yes, the last stanza *
Oh, yes, the last stanza.
Thanks, Erika, Matt, Gary, John, and Kitty!
So incredibly creative--enchanting!
Yes, love the style. *
Thanks, Darryl and Tim!