As much as I laud those who attack National Novel Writing Month with great zeal, I am a poet not a novelist. So in my own parallel to NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to once again work my way through each of the poetic forms identified in my old standby resource, Lewis Turco’s Book of Forms: Revised Edition starting with the acrostic and ending with the virelai – hitting all the Irish, Welsh and other forms and meters along the way. I’ve done this in the past – I’ll try to post a poem a day, which may take us through the new year.
- I wonder if like daysI wonder if, like days that start to shorten and slowly cede their hours to the dark, each hour’s breath becomes much more important, because …
- The Storms We Name: an acrosticH elpless in the laughing face of elemental change u nloosed as a pointed reminder that we each exist – r eally, at the mercy …
- Your Rightfor Merle Haggard I’m an easy-going guy as far as that’s concerned I tend to only simmer where another fellow burns Let live and go …
- I wonder if like days
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