Four Poems

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.

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This next poem is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic dimeter; it uses only 4-letter words:

CITY

That city grew
from many reds —
each busy view
from clay that bled;
each rosy lamp
from iron rust;
each cosy camp
from ruby dust.

Fate dyed your town:
When wind blew hard,
pink mist fell down
upon your yard
like arid rain —
hued deep with pain.

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PATHOS AND ETHOS (Palindrome)

Emit fog, no sadness.
Oh, taper upwards!
Oh, tell all, ethos!
Draw pure pathos!
Send a song of time.

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Finally, a new poem. It’s a small tribute to my dog Kafka, who would have turned 15 last week:

TRIOLET FOR K.

I wish that you could see me now, without you.
Another shadow wanders in the hall
and creaks the boards.    (I turn — but then, I doubt you.)

I wish that you could see me.    Now, without you,
I write alone.    So, always look about you:
one day, you’ll find me, coming to your call.

I wish that you could see me now —   Without you,
another shadow wanders in the hall.