National Poetry Month, 16 Posted on April 16, 2013 by Becka Choat Dissonance In my arms, she sleeps. On the screen, carnage unfolds. In the trees, birds sing. Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading... Related