Curled on a grassy circle of sunlight,
looking up at the clouds, I am
seven years old again. My parents are
healthy, happy and will always be alive.
Sun-powered, I can do anything on Earth.
A dark cloud blocks the window’s sunbeam.
I return to the cold, wood floor.
My old eyes -sun-blinded – burn and tear.
When I stand up, my body protests
and aches from more than just years.
Shakespeare at Dusk by Edward Hopper
Standing motionless, daylight turns twilight, he watches
her walk into the edge of darkness.
She spoke to him of a love
made from the fume of her sighs.
He, wordless, but for those already spoken.
Even the new plants in the garden
have had enough of the spring rain.
Winter lingered. True spring passed us by.
Warm, moist, green jumped to May summer.
Brushing rosemary and sage scents the air.
Robins brush their wings against window screens
attacking reflections of their own nesting instincts.
They started nesting in the pine tree
outside the bedroom window under our gaze.
Today, three blue eggs match the sky.
There are several poetry forms that use a linked sequence of poems.
A crown of sonnets or sonnet corona is a sequence of sonnets, usually addressed to one person, and/or concerned with a single theme. Each of the sonnets explores one aspect of the theme, and is linked to the preceding and succeeding sonnets by repeating the final line of the preceding sonnet as its first line. The first line of the first sonnet is repeated as the final line of the final sonnet, thereby bringing the sequence to a close.
Renga, which means “linked poem,” goes back seven centuries in Japan. It was created in order to encourage the collaborative writing of poems. Poets sometimes worked in pairs or small groups and took turns composing the alternating three-line and two-line stanzas.
Finished renga could be hundreds of lines long, but the most common length was a 36-line form called a kasen.
It was several centuries after the renga that the opening stanza of the renga became its own short form, the haiku.
The ronka poems that appear on this site are 5 lines, but I started several this week that overflowed, so I think I will try at least a “double ronka” of two linked poems. The evolution of the ronka form continues.
Not me. The world. Three decades medicated,
and still depressed. Though some found relief
for abbreviated maladies from OCD to PMS.
My 20-mg days as someone else who
some liked more, and some liked less.