National Poetry Writing Month - The End

And so this time has come to its end... 30 poems in 30 days

Inspiration blooms
Springs forth 
fervent
free
wild words wander
with reckless abandon
across the ether
sprouting poems in the field

Thank you for joining me 

on my poetic exploration of  all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: 

nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect

(Feedback is welcome, kindness is appreciated)