The poem below, a haiku, was in my head, completely written when I woke up this morning:   Death Vigil: The Eighth Day -- A Poem Whose Title is Longer Than Itself Her breath is raspy. Outside, rain begins to fall. Even God is sad.

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The Next Phase of My Life

I'm in the mood for a short poem today: The Next Phase of my Life a haiku My body feels like a sponge; Void of all content, Alert, and primed to absorb.

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More on the Influence of Form

Not long ago, I posted about the influence that poetic form has on the effect of a poem.   At that time I said that I intended to do further experiments with translation of a poem from one form to another.   Here is my next attempt. The starting point is a light verse I posted almost…

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Desi speaks: a haiku

Your role: to seek out Itching skin behind my ear. Mine: to softly purr

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"for 'twere absurd to think that nature in the earth bred gold, perfect in the instant;
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