Short and old is best

[Angeline]

Rain blows
kiss after kiss,
wraps night in hiss
of breeze Splash.
Brush leaves aground
like a sad song
fades the stars
in brief winks
of what we might
have known.

Kiss. It is sown
more of sense
than thought,
but felt as poem
penned in dark ink
pressed to lips.
A song. No words
need speak.
Breathe is all
you must know.

 

[jd4george]

Re: Now what do we know?

one: It's hard to quip or jack a thread with short words. Or else some of you can't count to one or less?

three: jd4george's is not long. Is "not long" less than "short"?

five: jd4george has saved his poet's ass with "Cocks and Whore Jazz." I am in awe.

ten: tungtied2u I fear, will have his poor heart ript in two when the sad sox choke late. His poem though is proof that hope reigns in spite of bald fact.

Three by a wee bit.
Five is good to hear, but awe not.
Ten has t-t-2-u not ript in twain... though we might still feel that pain! (Go Sox!)

 

[Angeline]

Re: Re: Now what do we know?

Three by a wee bit.
Five is good to hear, but awe not.
Ten has t-t-2-u not ript in twain... though we might still feel that pain! (Go Sox!)

Why did your post make me think of Robert Burns and "The Twa Corbies?"

Not Really Awake Yet,
A.