More from Poet

Well, seems that Bryce has dropped the ball AND the posting spirit, so I'll just insert another recent poem. Not sure if this is going into my chapbook of formals, even though it does loosely qualify as a sonnet.

~~Poet


By Wind

I watched her go today on a black steed
until she disappeared in tears to the place
where horse lovers go, I suppose. She raced
fast and free, skimming with October speed
over the fields like one wind-driven leaf
on a sidewalk. I was amazed at her grace,
yet puzzled by her mournful steeplechase.
It bothered me. What could make her face bleed

like that? It wasn't the wind, or so I thought
until I understood how she could drown
in the satisfaction of an autumn day.
By wind, her dreams were leaves that were simply caught
by a horse that raked the hallowed ground
and galloped skyward like a thoroughbred of grace.

~~Poet

A note, and poem, from Poet

Well, people, it's been a long time since my last post. But Bryce gave me permission to peek in, so I thought I would catch you up on what I have been up to. I've really been working on the formals, and am pretty close to having a chapbook filled with nothing but sonnets, sestinas, haiku, ballads, and the like. For tonight, in the spirit of night itself, I'll post this pantoum. Quite the elusive and taxing form, but great fun nonetheless. I hope everyone is well, and as always, healthy nouns and verbs to all!

Sleepwalkers

Rising from white linen architectures,

Silent pilgrims pace these same paths, starlit

Pawns of God's nocturnal folly. Figures

Tracing constellations in the carpet,

Silent pilgrims pace these same paths, starlit

Journeys reproduced by rote. Tonight they're

Tracing constellations in the carpet,

Destinations met with a traveler's

Journey reproduced by rote. Tonight their

Faith is rewarded through reaching extraordinary

Destinations. Met with a traveler's 

Moon, their faces float like luminaries.

Faith is rewarded through reaching. Extraordinary

Pawns of God's nocturnal folly, figured

Moon faces float like luminaries

Rising from white linen architectures.

~~ Poet