Poem A Day Challenge #14

Laurie wants us to turn a poem into a Madlib. She chose T.S. Elliot; I decided to go with William Butler Yeats. Running, running, in the expansive fieldThe child cannot hear the mother. Toys fall apart; her basket cannot hold; Mere existential despair is loosed upon the park, A red-hazed rage is loosed, and everywhereTheContinue reading “Poem A Day Challenge #14”