Dreamy amoebas

Dreamy amoebas

Concrete poem of a shifty primitive life form

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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7 Responses to Dreamy amoebas

  1. estachappell says:

    I just wanted to say what amazing poems you come up with, they really are fascinating to read. I’ve nominated you for The Best Moment Award. Find your link and the rules at http://chinatripping.wordpress.com/2013/04/25/my-1st-best-moment-award/
    All the best and keep them coming!

    • Thank you, Esta! I am humbled by this award nomination and appreciate your kind words and support for my poetry. Mother Nature is my muse and I her servant, raising awareness and restoring her virtue a day at a time. Most importantly, I am inspired to meet those who care about the natural world as much as I do (or more!). You are a kindred spirit who has a worthy voice as nature’s spokesperson. Keep up the wonderful work on your blog and congrats on your first award!
      Tyler 🙂

  2. words4jp says:

    Congrats on the award – you certainly deserve it:)

    • Thank you, Kim! While I am certainly humbled to receive these awards by poets whose muses are just as worthy as my own (if not more), I do not write for accolades. I write to raise awareness about Nature’s wonders and explain how the human soul can play a smaller role and still move mountains. Most of all, I am inspired to know that there are people who care as much as I do (or more) about Mother Earth.
      Tyler 🙂

  3. This is a great shape shifting poem.

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