Thursday, March 10, 2011

March 10th 2011

I would write a love poem
I but I am getting tired of those.
I could write one of nature,
charting this winter's long repose.

I could try a standard patterned one,
like a complex vilanelle,
I could attempt a sonnet or a haiku, or
one of those easternish gazelles.

Each day another poem
Each day another fight
to make sense of all these feelings
and all you can do is write.

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