NO MATTER HOW YOU TOSS THE DICE
Italian sonnet (iambic tetrameter)
when parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme
find places where there's room to grow
and brinkley and cathleen and joe
live happily without a dime
when all these things combine in time
like all the fairy tales you know
then will the cock begin to crow?
then will the nursery turn to rhyme?
when ends the honey festival
and sealing waxes eloquent
and painted wings would rather roam
but some threads are invisible
the room is full of elephant
and grace to love that rascal home
I like it much better when I can see the words rather than just only hear them. "and grace to love that rascal home" is my favorite line. your creative juices have not flowed in vain. coffee shop time not totally useless.
Posted by: karyn at July 28, 2004 02:01 PMI like this because when i read it, it sounds nice. Teach me, please. i want to make a pretty.
Posted by: someoddone at August 2, 2004 01:36 AM