Classic poem of the day
I can imagine, in some otherworld
Primeval-dumb, far back
In that most awful stillness, that only gasped and hummed,
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Before anything had a soul,
While life was a heave of Matter, half inanimate,
This little bit chipped off in brilliance
And went whizzing through the slow, vast, succulent stems.
I believe there were no flowers then,
In the world where the humming-bird flashed ahead of creatio......
Member poem of the day
You were so small when I met you, the size of the tip of my little finger, with an almost inaudible squeak to match. When she opened the shoebox you were in, I couldn’t look at you for a moment; I couldn’t believe how tiny you really were, your tail as thin and white as a short strip of dental floss. I held you in the palm of my hand as my sister told the story, weighing almost nothing as she said that they’d torn down a shed and found you curled up alone in the hollow of a c......
