Saturday, March 31, 2012

"not about love" (a stolen title)

Would this have been a poem
If I wanted to rhyme

Twist a prose crime
Into music and so
Into syllables, timed

Would I be a poet
Sonnets and so
With stanzas that chime

The utter smell of thyme
As this loses sense
For prospected dense
Articulated flow

No,
Yet a little pause
A little silence
And inevitable applause