Today
the new poetic form is from the Chinese: Ch’i-Yen-Shih. It is comprised of monosyllables, which is
trickier than it first appears especially when a perfect two syllable word pops into one's morning brain.
There are seven
syllables per line, the rhyme scheme is A B C B, with a pause/caesura after
the fourth word in each line.
That gives the poem/poet a spot to question, to
rethink, to let the line unspool a while... think of it as climbing a hill and
stopping at a place to look at the view out there.
The photo is from 2009 when we built raised beds and transplanted asparagus in new soil after removing the old contaminated soil first. We now have flower beds elsewhere and I will cut the first asparagus of 2015 for a tofu stir-fry tonight. It seems there is a theme to this day already...
Said the Gardener to the Sun
I
beg the sun
please come, stay--
the
sky floods light
soaked earth sighs
Her
back is strong
though not young
though not young
She picks a fool
Tool! cracks wise.
