to my vest;
into cloth bundle,
with her selfless acts
to inner thigh;
like a bandit,
I steal away
Deathpoem by Shinsui – 1769
Sevenling (she’s all soul)
she’s all soul, sound, and sea churn,
a transcendent conscience reborn,
a graceful slowing of tempo
new world fire leaves old world ashes
her rubied mouth spills leitmotifs of
letdowns, loneliness, languishing pulse.
Can she hear my voice added to her song?
Inspired by Ron’s recent take on the Sevenling form.
2019 In Review
disquieting, dispiriting, disarming
dutiful, beautiful, wistful, wishful
beguiling, edifying, rejuvenating
OK… this is my final final poem of the year. I forgot I wrote it. It is in the Diamante style. I encountered this form a few years ago, tried it once, but then promptly forgot it. I became reacquainted with it when I read a fellow writer over at Tao Talk, so I tried it again.
Happy New Year, everyone. Here’s hoping for more empathy and understanding in 2020.