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  1. The Fledglings Sit

    The fledgings sit, wings clipped, 
    waiting on a runway.
    What will become of their paper planes
    soaring deserted valleys
    and migrating vast cities?
    Before they took their mouths
    from their mother's beak,
    they learned to not speak,
    sit ,and wait, and fold quitely.

    ©2026 | K.F. Hartless

    Cover Art: ” Airport Painting” Karolina Zglobicka

    https://youtu.be/ewRjZoRtu0Y?si=6C56hTh6VhRetUqM

    GloPoWriMo#28 Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.

    #brevity #existential #GloPoWrimo #napowrimo #nature
  2. The Fledglings Sit

    The fledgings sit, wings clipped, 
    waiting on a runway.
    What will become of their paper planes
    soaring deserted valleys
    and migrating vast cities?
    Before they took their mouths
    from their mother's beak,
    they learned to not speak,
    sit ,and wait, and fold quitely.

    ©2026 | K.F. Hartless

    Cover Art: ” Airport Painting” Karolina Zglobicka

    https://youtu.be/ewRjZoRtu0Y?si=6C56hTh6VhRetUqM

    GloPoWriMo#28 Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.

    #brevity #existential #GloPoWrimo #napowrimo #nature
  3. The Fledglings Sit

    The fledgings sit, wings clipped, 
    waiting on a runway.
    What will become of their paper planes
    soaring deserted valleys
    and migrating vast cities?
    Before they took their mouths
    from their mother's beak,
    they learned to not speak,
    sit ,and wait, and fold quitely.

    ©2026 | K.F. Hartless

    Cover Art: ” Airport Painting” Karolina Zglobicka

    https://youtu.be/ewRjZoRtu0Y?si=6C56hTh6VhRetUqM

    GloPoWriMo#28 Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.

    #brevity #existential #GloPoWrimo #napowrimo #nature
  4. The Fledglings Sit

    The fledgings sit, wings clipped, 
    waiting on a runway.
    What will become of their paper planes
    soaring deserted valleys
    and migrating vast cities?
    Before they took their mouths
    from their mother's beak,
    they learned to not speak,
    sit ,and wait, and fold quitely.

    ©2026 | K.F. Hartless

    Cover Art: ” Airport Painting” Karolina Zglobicka

    https://youtu.be/ewRjZoRtu0Y?si=6C56hTh6VhRetUqM

    GloPoWriMo#28 Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.

    #brevity #existential #GloPoWrimo #napowrimo #nature
  5. The Fledglings Sit

    The fledgings sit, wings clipped, 
    waiting on a runway.
    What will become of their paper planes
    soaring deserted valleys
    and migrating vast cities?
    Before they took their mouths
    from their mother's beak,
    they learned to not speak,
    sit ,and wait, and fold quitely.

    ©2026 | K.F. Hartless

    Cover Art: ” Airport Painting” Karolina Zglobicka

    https://youtu.be/ewRjZoRtu0Y?si=6C56hTh6VhRetUqM

    GloPoWriMo#28 Today, try writing a poem that follows the same beats: three sentences, six lines: statement, question, conclusion.

    #brevity #existential #GloPoWrimo #napowrimo #nature
  6. 4/8/2024

    Although we’re both contemporaries
    And share a shelf in cold libraries,
    We’ve never quite seen eye-to-eye.
    He takes the open road, yet I
    Remain at home. I’m proper, prim,
    While naked roughness covers him.

    He shares and shouts his free-form verse,
    But only Death will now disperse
    My silent, selfish, slanting rhymes.
    We’re strangers living in strange times,
    And our opposing lyricism
    Defines American modernism.

    #poetry #poetrycommunity #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #americanpoetry #modernism

  7. 4/8/2024

    Although we’re both contemporaries
    And share a shelf in cold libraries,
    We’ve never quite seen eye-to-eye.
    He takes the open road, yet I
    Remain at home. I’m proper, prim,
    While naked roughness covers him.

    He shares and shouts his free-form verse,
    But only Death will now disperse
    My silent, selfish, slanting rhymes.
    We’re strangers living in strange times,
    And our opposing lyricism
    Defines American modernism.

    #poetry #poetrycommunity #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #americanpoetry #modernism

  8. 4/8/2024

    Although we’re both contemporaries
    And share a shelf in cold libraries,
    We’ve never quite seen eye-to-eye.
    He takes the open road, yet I
    Remain at home. I’m proper, prim,
    While naked roughness covers him.

    He shares and shouts his free-form verse,
    But only Death will now disperse
    My silent, selfish, slanting rhymes.
    We’re strangers living in strange times,
    And our opposing lyricism
    Defines American modernism.

    #poetry #poetrycommunity #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #americanpoetry #modernism

  9. 4/8/2024

    Although we’re both contemporaries
    And share a shelf in cold libraries,
    We’ve never quite seen eye-to-eye.
    He takes the open road, yet I
    Remain at home. I’m proper, prim,
    While naked roughness covers him.

    He shares and shouts his free-form verse,
    But only Death will now disperse
    My silent, selfish, slanting rhymes.
    We’re strangers living in strange times,
    And our opposing lyricism
    Defines American modernism.

    #poetry #poetrycommunity #NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo #americanpoetry #modernism