Poem of the Week

March 1, 2012 #674

Dear Subscriber:

This week’s poems of the week are a modified form of sijo.

You can hear me read the poems and listen to the music for them at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .

Yours,

Nick Gordon

SIX MODIFIED SIJO

1. The air is sheer perfume! At last it's spring!
Roses bloom late, after the azaleas.
Already, with regret, I fear the fall.

2. There is no substance to my listless longing.
I hunger to be one with One, and yet
I am afraid, I am afraid of death.

3. The little ivy stretches towards the light.
It spills out sunward like a waterfall.
I turn it, turn it, shape it to my liking.

4. The red brick house is buried in azaleas.
The second floor just peeks above the blossoms.
Inside I hear an angry couple screaming.

5. The empty lot is claimed by wildflowers.
The owner waits for prices to recover.
A thunderstorm must finally drive me home.

6. I love to go to Sunday open houses,
Imagining the lives that wait within.
However, I am granted only one.

© by Nicholas Gordon