Tuesday, April 08, 2003

Poemlets and Fragmentaries

Hadn't written anything in weeks. Not even a fragment. Then this:


Deer tonight
in the almost dark, three watching a fourth
run down the hill over the unexpected
April snow:

figuring
you’d be finished with the letter, I turned
at the stop sign past the planted pine field rows
toward home.


It's sort of a sijo, I think -- not formaically, but in its tone and approach.

I was successful, once, at rebuilding my poetry after a long blocked whirlwind time of incoherence. Maybe it's time to begin again.

posted by boyhowdy | 8:25 PM |

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