“With a voice that echoes Joni Mitchell, Tori Amos and Laura Nyro but remains very much her own and intensely sung over her own punchy acoustic, Angela Josephine shows herself to be a poetic songwriter able to pen songs that get under the shield of the post modern muse with power and poignancy.”
I thought I'd do something different with this Musing. There are things that come up during unexpected moments that send a creative pulse through me. The other day, I drove by the cemetery and saw sprinklers going. I had several thoughts, and this poem is one of them explored. I'd like to invite you to post your thoughts about the subject "Sprinklers in the Cemetery" in the form of a poem, song or article. Just click the link below the poem.
Sprinklers in the Cemetery by Angela Josephine
nettle pierces untended ground untended heart? while sprinklers in another cemetery push deep as if to prod new life up but if the dead will rise do we judge by the plots they are given? and rosemary dries in the hot sun just out of reach…
Sprinklers in the Cemetery
