Miraquill
Portrait poetry
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
ROBERT HAYDEN
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miraquill
18w
Read More--Today, write a portrait poetry--
Begin by writing down the names of several people you know well and often come across in your home, school or neighborhood. Now pick one or two of those people and write a poem describing their attributes—how they look, sound, smell, move and behave.
Tag with #portrait and share.
#wod227 10 48
- fairytales_ @silent_screamerss no make my portrait
- shru_pens Done
- gowithsagar I have alot to tell you about my family, friends and dear ones. But I chose to wrote something that I am dealing in my mind more than anything. So, I #portrait it #gowithsagar
- piu_writes Done please have a look
- silent_screamerss @fairytales_ hehe yes sometimes later