today’s poem for the tupelo 30/30 project is another sonnet-type object (14 lines again, no rhyme scheme). it feels better than yesterday’s piece, which felt like cheating, though in reading it again, i did see some lines in it i might play with later on. neither piece fulfilled the plan i had for the weekend poems. i intended to write the sonnets during the week and then on the weekend: ekphrasis, found poems, pieces with fragments. when will i learn to stop trying to tell the poems what to do? i have a feeling there’s something in the sonnet form for me — right now it’s just energy, but the container may prove to carry with it more than that. we’ll see. for now? just playful drafts.
In the forest, crouched beneath a tree: I decide to let grief in.
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