Four Poems

Hello friends,

Four short poems this time: two anagram-poems, a palindrome-by-word, and a dimeter sonnet. Enjoy!

FOUR STRATEGIC LINES

These four strategic lines are anagrams:
A rearranging set of letters aims us. Each 
grain reuses a strange, formal aesthetic —
terms reassign, as a literature of change....


THISTLES (Anagrammed Lines)

There, the hills speak inwards.
Spirits walk, harden the heels,
while sharper, naked thistles
skewer shins. The pallid earth
enthrals, like Death’s whisper—
We listen…. The dark has her lips,
this skeletal wind her phrase.


FALL (Palindrome by Word)

We are lost rivers,
dried by fall.
(Leaves summer,
to us,
weary trees....)

Trees weary us to summer.
Leaves fall by dried rivers.
Lost are we.


LAMENT FOR A CARVED WOODEN OWL (Sonnet)

A bitter scowl
upon its beak —
an inner shriek,
a buried howl —
this wooden owl,
its will is weak;
it cannot speak
a single vowel.
It makes no hoot
and draws no air,
so moot and mute —
its feathers bare,
its pain acute —
to wit: despair.