Saturday, July 3, 2010

Etheree Etheree

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

Etheree Etheree

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.


Anonymous said...

Very nice, and clever!


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.