Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 11


Their pale and gentle billows swell with dread,

where buzzards mewl and hang on moth-like wings,

below, the peaceful fields are strewn with dead.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

17 thoughts on “Daily poem: Terza Rima stanza 11”

      1. I was thinking of the Tarot. I like the symbolism of those…it expands and contracts to fit the situation. Also full of great images for art.

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