Thursday, February 10, 2011

Poetic Form: Septolet

Driving to Siberia
I am
getting old.
I don't

know
who I'll be
when I
get there.

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Two Blue Roses
Things
that are
impossible
to forget:

daffodils and delphinium,
and what about
pretty Isabella?

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Mourning Aunt Jo

Her
house smelled
like gingerbread,

lavender sachet,
laundry bluing
and roses
from the cemetery.

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1 comment:

Rallentanda said...

By the time you get there, it wont matter:)