Well, actually, I’ve probably written couplets before … just not on purpose.
In my Long Beach Writing Examiner column today, I wrote about couplets. And just for fun, in the section about couplets in Long Beach, I wrote it in the form of a couplet.
When searching for couplets in Long Beach I lurch
Toward the public library bookshelves to perch.
If Long Beach poets write couplets, I don’t know
So to the local book store I must go
That was fun!
This poem was written in 1983, inspired by my senior ring, which had a blue spinal stone because my favorite color is blue. It was published in the Spring 1984 issue of Metanoia, the Montgomery High School creative writing magazine. Blue Spinal, Spiral me down, down to the depths of your ocean. I see everything…
This poem was written February 8, 1991. A soul tormented filled with desire he cannot fulfill Filled with love he cannot express for in that moment when the teeth pierce the life flow and in a wave of passion pain and fear he destroys that which he love and desires the most To satiate the…
This week’s haiku is a little dark. Not because I’m depressed — in fact, life has been pretty good lately and I’m happy — but because I wrote it while listening to Stella Pope Duarte talk about facing your fears and getting to know your inner universe. If you ever get a chance to hear…
I finally found that other limerick I wrote in fifth or sixth grade. I love playing with limericks! There once was a cat Who was very, very fat He really got my goat When he stole my new boat And sat on my very best hat.
Written in 1983. I stretch for endless miles. My brethren stretch out beside me. I have many visitors. Yet I am always alone. Bubble gum and cigarette butts on my belly, Dirt on my back, I lie and watch the creatures who forever traverse my stomach. The old lady who pushes a cart Cares about…
Somehow I knew that guy I met New Year’s day would inspire poetry. I just didn’t think it would take this long to manifest. But I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder … or is that distressed? I sometimes forget. At first, I thought it would be his unique artistic photographs that would inspire…