Octopus Sonneteer
by: Billy Collins
He wrote the octave
all at once
the dashed off the final six
while uncorking a bottle of champagne.
Billy Collins is having a little fun with this poem.
I did not have a whole lot of fun today, aside from leading a lovely poetry workshop with some friends this evening. Spent the day grading and wishing I wasn't grading.
However, when I took my puppy out for a walk around my backyard this afternoon, I did notice that my lilac bushes are sprouting green leaves and purple buds, which means the summer is closer than I thought.
When Saint Marty submits his final grades, that will be the official start of summer.
Lilac Poetry
by: Martin Achatz
I watch the bushes
revise my backyard
into bruised monostiches,
couplets, tercets
until I wake one morning
to the perfume of a purple
Paradise Lost.
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