As I walked across the Fall Creek footbridge the other day on my way to work, I saw something that conjured this poem. I wanted it to be a haiku, but I had too many syllables. Thanks to Joe, my favorite poet, who said that it could be a tonka (5-7-5-7-5):
EMPTY NEST
With Plathian oven mitts
She lowered the fishing line
into the abyss
With love notes for the missing
attached to the hook
3 comments:
wow! nice poem!! You are very lucky to have such a beautiful place to walk through on your way to work. I am totally jealous!! I get to see bums and pigeons in the mean streets of NY...BLAH! I will visit you again! I like your site. TTFN
you are stupid ny is dum it is so east to get mugged i live in cali way better than ny land of poor people. :P
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