Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Pencil in the jugular? It can't be suicide.

This poem
made it through
three revisions,
four stanzas,
and five minutes
of deep thought and toil.

Her friend was not so lucky-
it was a case of bad blood
and too much water under a ruined bridge.

1 comment:

kinkminos said...

stumbled upon this site, via your other one, starting out from the evergreen blog of L/B/V -- and skimmed through a few of these lovely poyums.

i esp liked "the cynic" and "the happy fool" (just kidding). i enjoyed this one and will be back to read some more.

i like the light-handed approach to versification that you seem to have (unlike my own stodgy, heavy-handed affairs).