in fact this poem captures the feeling of a moment very well, in a
sparse style that I used to use in my poetry. one of my first poems
that I wrote consciously as anything but fun or an exercise (all poems
are both, but not solely) touched on a similar moment:
Night held lanterns
aloft in the fog
combing the streets
for elusive crows
who giggled and hid
with the ravens
KS
On 20/03/2008, Gerald Schwartz <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Jon-
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> guils,
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> Time comes
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> around again
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> for the lighting
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> of lamps
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> yellow globes
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> flush with flame
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> from sill
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> from fencerow:
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> slender shadows
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> sway
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> in the soughing of
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> March, pull
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> at April's
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> long wick.
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>
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