Hello friends, Four poems this week, in four different forms. The last poem is a new one. Enjoy! (And if you do, please consider supporting my work by purchasing my latest book The Robots of Babylon.)WINTER WAILS (Anagrammed Lines) Winter wails lavish frost: Snowfall arrives, with its faint silver. (Slow wraiths flow in salt rivers.) What is final swirls over its thaw.
"This next poem is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic dimeter; it uses only 4-letter words:"
I like this. I'm gonna write one of these...
These are beautiful! I especially like the new one - so moving. Thank you!