Guest Poet Erin Thompson
Lost in love and a swirl of wind
Uncontrollably tacking across a breezy night
They still flash their landing lights
Hoping for something
Erin Thompson's Questions:
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Does it convey "hope"? Or anything at all, for that matter?
Does the spacing detract or add to it?
Does such a large word as "intrinsically" belong?
with your ideas about this poem.
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