Saturday, July 3, 2010

Etheree Etheree

This is a poem about a form of poetry I enjoy writing:




Etheree Etheree


Just
as oaks
or poppies
unfold slowly
from a simple seed
so, too, do Etherees
little bit by little bit
gradually reveal themselves
homespun, modest, elegant, complete
in ten lines and fifty-five syllables.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very nice, and clever!

Christian

Dan Gurney said...

Thank you, Christian!

Jenny Stevning said...

Oh, how I love poppies! Amazing photo. And I need to play around with this type of poem.