Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Reverberations

Okay, don't get excited. It needs some work. Writing poetry is a bit of a mystery to me, like everything else in life. So why should I start letting ignorance stand in my way at this late date?

the Captain said
the itinerary is
changing
the water rings bluer
west of the bow

her torn maps
came marked up
fading
beyond the illusion
of true

the death of
the Green Frog
reverberates
the flowers win
the day

tracing Jefferson
Franklin and Paine
nature
breathes reason
beneath the stern

1 comment:

david dodd lee said...

It's not at all bad, though, the short lines and the mental leaps.