A moment’s span is very little time;
a single blink and half of it is gone.
Not long enough to make ambition’s climb,
a moment’s span is very little time,
which makes its wasting quite a solemn crime.
On such small pegs, life’s hat is hung upon.
A moment’s span is very little time;
a single blink and half of it is gone.
07 JUN 2017
Leave a CommentThe letter informed me I’d won an award
For a poem of great style and merit;
A copy, but “personally” signed by the board,
The letter informed me I’d won an award.
And if their symposium we could afford,
Ten thousand bad writers could share it.
The letter informed me I’d won an award
For a poem of great style and merit.
2002
A recent discussion on the triolet reminded me of a poem I wrote in 2002 after a brief interaction with the folks at The International Library of Poetry
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