Each week, I say to myself, I need to do the Poetry Stretch at The Miss Rumphius Effect. And then somehow the week is gone.
But yesterday, I forced myself to commit a few minutes because the form this week is short–sijo–and I’ve written a couple of them before and liked them. I was thinking they wouldn’t be too tough, but I struggled with them. I couldn’t think of the twists…the punchlines.
Oh well. Here’s what I came up with:
No wagon rides the single wheel; but it still marks the spongecake grass
Circling, flying, sweeping round, approaching/avoiding September
Spokes of arms and legs spin by–her back carries a cargo of sun
Saying the Wrong Thing
Butterflies escape my mouth riding breezes of politeness
I admire their purples and patterns even as they float away
‘Til one morphs into a wasp, shaming me with its sleek sting
It’s not too late to join in! Just click on the link at the beginning of this post to read about sijo!
And check out the Poetry Friday roundup at The Holly and the Ivy.