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')


These poems are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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8 August 2014

From One Side

Falling rain.
The first quarrel
between old friends.

Are these tears?
Don’t be silly!
(It’s true my face is wet.)

Stalemate.
The words lie
where they were left.

Someone
must make the first move.
All right, I will. Help!


At dVerse "Meeting the Bar" it's a small, small world. They're calling for poems of 40 words or fewer. This one's the full 40, excluding title. I like to think each verse could also stand alone, and that the first two verses could, together,  form one poem — as could the last two, and even other combinations of two at a time.