Three Eights

Poetry in three-eights time.

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It's just me.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

You must laugh at me

Here I sit, sipping Heffeweiz'n,
writing you letters and missing you.
Do they get there? I can't say.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Once I had a ring

Once I had a ring but lost it
And nothing I wear is the same.
I think it's changed sizes on me.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Ensnared or freed?

Am I crazy--here and over,
A little loop, back to then,
Again, again--thinking of her?

Friday, April 22, 2005

Afterwards

A little wine to hold the time--
Needing to know, so much to say.
I must wait, or lose completely.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

On writing a French poem

Pulling to pieces, bits to bits,
Syllabic sentences, letters,
Wordy words, dissecting it all.

Sunday, April 10, 2005

The portrait

Silver mane-bright eyes sitting curled
With her young colt--so sly!--and her
Soulful, bare hooves tucked underneath.

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Sunday

Aimless lazing, drifty glazing,
All-day nothing-to-do Sunday
Spending my time thinking of you.