Poem 20160404

in like a lion
march is a murderer
masquerading softly
like a lamb
offering dreams
and whispers of dreams

its maw filled with teeth
a thousand mouths
ten thousand tongues
bleating soft poisonous lies


National Poetry Month
NaPoWriMo Day 4
The Cruelest Month

8 thoughts on “Poem 20160404”

  1. You don’t need a mic if you have an iPhone. That’s what I use. There’s an audio app that records your voice.

    I’ll try to get mine done tomorrow and link to your blog.

    1. I tried it on my phone. I guess I was too far away with bad acoustics. I’ll give it another go and use my radio announcer voice.

      1. It works great in a closet. Just don’t lock yourself in it. I hate seeing traumatized crows. They lose their feathers and poop all over the place😝

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