Eight-Word Poems

Rejoice!

There's joy in
the refining
greater than gold

9/5/2013

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

Wisteria perfume
~lingers~
I think only your
~hair~

Pity the porcupines:
Pink snouts pierced
With spines.

Catharsis, catharsis!
It's the way of all arses.

maybe my fly
of words
it is mayfly

Who's first to blink
What's next
Second base

Luminous lights
sheltering
dark shadows-
corners of
conscience

listening for the

oboe

in the woodwind

forest