sonnet
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March Sonnet
The full moon glides across winter's nightas February now concedes to March,the month between the seasons, fickle skiesthat now are mellow, now are cold and harsh.The crocus tentatively tests the airthat taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth;the daffodils, the tulips, debonair,all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm.But winter only rests,… Continue reading
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Homunculus
I am having a terrible time with this prompt. I have three responses so far. The first is all feeling, no form. The second is boring. The third is all form, no feeling. I'm working on a fourth. In the meantime, though, I post #3: I think I am. It seems a reasonable formulation.… Continue reading
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March Sonnet [an old poem]
The full moon glides across winter’s nightas February now concedes to March,the month between the seasons, fickle skiesthat now are mellow, now are cold and harsh.The crocus tentatively tests the airthat taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth;the daffodils, the tulips, debonair,all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm.But winter only rests, it does not… Continue reading
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Ephemeral Sonnet
We write on water, we poets. Most of us. Some write on sand, brief calligraphyfor seagulls, shore-birds and the slow inev-itable tide. A few write to stain the sea, so intense, the color of their ink salts the words of their inheritors years beyond their own decline. It’s not their fault that rules and ideologies… Continue reading
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Poem to the Editor
Dear Editor: I am writing to warn you of a con- spiracy that threatens our civil life. Ordinary poets are blogging on current events! They are fomenting strife and discontent with our fine government. They are everywhere on the internets! Instead of writing well-rhymed sentiments on ancient gods or abandoned bird nests they are composing… Continue reading
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