As I worked on this poem this morning, I thought at one point that it wanted to be a sonnet, but thirteen lines feels right. This poem is for Karl Patten:
:: bloop ::
See ya tomorrow.
RJ Gibson | white noise :: something
1 day ago
The off-and-on-again blog of Ron Mohring, whose plate is almost always overfilled. CONTENTS OF THIS BLOG ARE MIGRATING (gradually) to my new blog, The Boy Who Reads in the Trees. See top post for URL.
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Uh, Ron...this is really fine, but,w ell, I count fifteen lines, with the turn at the end of line seven. I enjoyed reading it.
--Palmer
It's the headache: I can't count simple numbers. I looked at the poem and realized it's coming out one more than a sonnet, but my brain translated that as 13, not 15.
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