Friday, April 19, 2013

Watching the Shore at Evening

I haven't written a sonnet in years, but lately I've been feeling the urge to rhyme and meter. Form gives meaning to words they wouldn't take otherwise, the currents of language bringing you to destinations you never set out to reach.

Plus, I had an hour to kill with no connectivity, and the restraints of a smart-phone actually lend themselves pretty perfectly to writing short bursts of poetry.


  1. That's beautiful! Not bad at all for an hour's work!

  2. Gorgeous and evocative! I could smell the water, absorb the regular pace of the waves (and your words) while staring into a dark infinity with only the most feeble markers between shore and the depths.

    Jeff The Bear

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