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.
- Glowing in the AfterhurtOnce I gilted lilies in the hope of yet in spite and even though and still because of it there wasn’t much of either then …
- Memory is the Greatest WeaponMemory is the greatest weapon in love’s mad arsenal. I wrote that line when I was 26 years old. It still rings true – although …
- After the FloodThe things by which we measure our success: accumulations from long years of toil, the pride of equity in an address, and our precious illusions. …
- Glowing in the Afterhurt
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