a rose
by any other name
would still
claim
my heart
you sent
a bloom
of perfection
a missive
in its own right
verse
unnecessary
it’s magnificence
articulated all
catching my breath
beguiled by its beauty
loveliness
in thought
in
Gwynneth Green is a poet and lyricist extraordinaire,
her poetry and lyrical background are gifts
from her grandfather, Bud Green
a poets notes
be scared… more so be aware
Yesterday I posted a piece written by an epidemiologist at Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center.
I received another copy of it by email sent by a Dr.
There was a lot of information, I would like to address the section on being a “unit.”
Unfortunately, it appears that message is not getting across
