And still she sits in waiting, Deep within her shell. No point in contemplating, As to when she might expel. She’s not driven by a calendar, Nor woken by the sun. She’s not a starlit […]
One More Sonnet
… a sonneteer's journey (Tim Grace)
Saturated Image
A saturated image floats lightly As a surface level scene. An occasional glimmer shines brightly To accentuate the sheen. From fluid thoughts and wet connections Comes a deeper contemplation. A pool of thoughts, recollections born […]
Fourteen lines…
Fourteen lines of rhyming verse No need for clever tricks. Obey the rules or face a curse No remedy can fix! For those who can not do as told There is no path to glory. […]
Vagrant Wordsmith
A dispossessed poet has no address? Vagrant wordsmith finds himself lost for words? Sunday morning solitude, more or less A waste land; quarters apportioned in thirds. Fractional allotments, absurdities; Occupied tables, multiples of six, Or […]
