Rowing home in the rain
I wonder if the birds are poets in disguise
The mourning dove’s song is three slow beats in a row
A soulful solo with a chorus, then a pause
Almost a Haiku, sound of Spring, with the kigo
The melody sad, always the same, sun or rain
Like a song you would sing rowing home in the rain.
Challenge: prompt for the day (optional, as always). Donald Justice’s poem, “There is a gold light in certain old paintings,” plays with both art and music, and uses an interesting self-invented form. His six-line stanzas use lines of twelve syllables, and while they don’t use rhyme, they repeat end words. Specifically, the second and fourth line of each stanza repeat an end-word or syllable; he fifth and sixth lines also repeat their end-word or syllable. Today, we challenge you to write a poem that uses Justice’s invented form.
I think the birds are poets in disguise.
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