A peony cut, trimmed,
arranged in cut crystal;
café-coloured
eyes of innocence
searching for musical words
in the wind
Process notes: Dedicated to one of my third grade students, who astonished me with her short story today. I will post it this weekend. I am much too tired right now. These kids are wearing me out!
The words don't fit. They rarely do.
By Tom Merriman
Sustainable Living & Wildlife Conservation in Kenya Blog
The Musings of a Writer / Freelance Editor in Training
mapping the nest
Taking on Fascism and Racism from the Ground Up.
A.I. Art and Poetry
Music, festivals, concerts, and everything in between.
poetry by latino poet Nathan Bonilla
Ink-Stained-Soul
Andrew's view of the world in poetry, prose, and pictures
The Official Home of Rolli - Author, Cartoonist and Songwriter
where birds turn into words
because anything is possible with Charisma
Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
A literary compass for finding your voice..."You turn toward me, your lips move, wanting to speak."--Stephen Dobyns, "Wolves In The Street"
Happenings and Thoughts
Writing for Wholeness
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
Pictures and Poetry: A Journal of Nature and Self-Discovery
A great forum of promotion of friendship and co-operation between citizens and Police Officers. Come join us.
Oloriel's Truth
because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse
A goth/punk, dark humor blog novel from Hell
wordsandthoughtspjs 
This is a beautiful little poem. “Café-coloured eyes of innocence” is lovely. I really admire you, Pamela, for doing NaPo with everything else you have going on.
A sweet rendering in words, Pamela.
Beautiful, Pamela. I understand ‘worn out.’ I used to teach 4th grade! LOL.
Exquisite
this is like a breath of fresh air…and having chaperoned the 3rd grade yesterday, i am a bit worn today…
Thanks all, 🙂