Monday, June 13, 2011

Of Poems III

One poem, two forms. The first is a sonnet, the second is free verse in triplets (and one couplet).

I'd Forgotten What I Said About Her Hair

I had a dream wherein I met a girl.
Her world died, inside out, while I watched.
I saw the last light fade, then unfurl
and fold back in on itself, worn and notched.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Of Poems II

A new poem. Not my best. It'll do.

We have four pictures.
It is my father's family
or mine or
us or ours.
It is Halloween,
and it is not. and not and not.