Friday, February 18, 2011

Poetic Form: Septolet

Your Past Never Leaves You
Secret
wishes living
in unlit rooms,

memories
that can't
be unraveled,
doubt changes everything.

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When I Smell English Leather
I remember
every boy
I ever kissed,

even
Bill Johnson,
rosy cheeks
downy smooth.

1 comment:

flaubert said...

Oh, Marianne, I love this form.
The first one does speak volumes.
I also remember the first boy I
ever kissed:) Thanks for visiting me.

Pamela