Welcome to September 27th's blog offerings, and sorry you have to do so much work to find the previous days' poems. Our blogging program is rather primitive and tech corporations are not devoting adequate resources to their not-for-profit ventures! (a bit of poetic corporate critique for our readers!)
DAY 27, SEPT 27 Poem ( ROB SCOTT) Of Through Chain Canada Arrows The A Geese Sky A pair of eyebrows searching for a face Evensong FRAN MARKOVER The flock, purple martins, swoop over sweet peas vining the shore like enchanted beans, vie for the birdhouse staked into Lake Cayuga. Bird- antics, bird-speak transporting me to church, not just any church but some sweat-stained back- woods chapel, where congregants can't help but shake and jump. The birds performing belly