I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.
Announcement (19 May 2013)
I won’t be writing so many new poems for a while. I want to spend more time on revision, and more time working on memoir (in prose!). I do plan to continue participating in my online poetic communities, by sharing poems I’ve already written.
27 November 2012
Across the Morning
Across the morning of another day
she walked in silence, not because of thought
but so that she could hear the birds at play
and for a time unlearn what she'd been taught.
'Duty can go to hell,' she said
inside her mind. 'Responsibility
be damned. Those birds know
what matters: to fly and sing.'
A moment only. Common sense resumes.
The deeper self, the rebel self — will she
in hiding grow to wake and re-emerge
across the morning of another day?
Description: This form was created by people associated with Sol’s Magazine.
The form is a set of three quatrains:
A Sicilian quatrain (four lines iambic pentameter rhymed abab),
A quatrain of “short and snappy” free verse, and
A quatrain of blank verse (unrhymed iambic pentameter).
The twelfth line is the same as the first.
Attributed to: Eve Braden, Frieda Dorris and Robert Simonton Submitted for dVerse OpenLinkNight #72