Wrightings

 March should hold no terrors, so they claim, Beneath the glow of full moon’s watchful eye; We count backward, reckon loss and gain, And whisper debts we fear we can’t deny. To Jupiter, great lord of sky and flame, Whose thunder shakes the hearts of mortal men, We cast our sacrifice, invoke his name, And pray misfortune shall not rise again. Yet shadows stir where trust once firmly stood, For closest hands may turn with hidden blade; In halls of power, masked by noble good, Ambition’s cost is dearly, darkly paid. Heed well the signs ignored in fateful hour— Pride invites the fall of mightiest power.

           WRIGHTINGS and friends celebrated poetry on PI day with PI-kus from Washington, D.C. to Washington State, from Minnesota to Corpus Christi, TX. Please enjoy and share the idea for next year! 

  I was bumped, tagged, notified  that we would be all a Glo for poems in 2026 we’re looking for a home a Facebook prod made me smile my words will be expelled not judged for more than  first pass through or  ‘New Shit!’ as some might refer to But it’s begun so let have fun plan your April writing this way and stop by here for some cheer of poems written each day