The world population shaken clean,
WHO cries wolf with Covid Nineteen.
Mission impossible to heal, they cry,
If ever to reach the pie in the sky.
Words cannot describe the spectacle of wildflowers that flourish every year on the West Coast and Namaqualand. Photographs give an idea, but you have to visit there to be caressed by soft air, to smell the earth and sea, feel the sun’s warmth, the silkiness of the petals, the lustre of the blooms.
This is a wish-list item that reminds us how magnificent nature can be…
A poem in Cavatina form, a form that originated in the 16th century in Italy. This form is well suited to musical lyrics. On the internet it is primarily referred to as a classical guitar piece. A fun form of poetry.
I wrote this poem in response to a challenge in the Poet’s Corner Group in the Writing.com website. The challenge was to write a poem in the Etheree or Reverse Etheree poetic form.