a cul-de-sac of poems

DEPTH CHARGE

The depth

of my poems

Were 6 x 6

a good memorial

or a red red rose.

I read the books

And dug through

The sedimentary

Sentiment.

As you see

My poems

Are getting

Shorter. 

Life in this

Wheelchair

Is 2 x 2 but

Less is more

Than more.

Pagan Poet

One sylabble
Appears
On the page
The word
Sun.

The clarity
Of the new
Day forms
The seed
Of a poem.

The soft sway
Of language
Breezes across
The fertile
Earth.