A poem
We talk of oak-song dreams,
giants that lilt from acorn
to old age like we will sail
our boat to unknown forests
and drink honey from Jurassic leaves
that span twenty, no, thirty feet
and stave off the rain
when we shelter beneath them
on storm-soaked evenings and
and in…
The big “I’m Sorry” Challenge
Thank you to Sheri Jacobs for the poetry challenge. The idea was to create a poem along the lines of the poet William Carlos Williams’ apology poem (This Is Just To Say) as seen below:
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the iceboxand which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast…
