"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Monday, April 9, 2012


The beetle scrabbles slowly
over hot and dusty ground,
then suddenly he stops,
amazed at what he’s found --
a New World drenched in coolness,
protected from the sun;
he will make his beetle home here
until the shade moves on.

~ Tamary Shoemaker
(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a shady poem.)

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