Monday, April 17, 2017

No "Glorious" Feeling

Hard Rain Gilad 173 (Photobucket)

No shared step, no smile exchanged, no song beneath this umbrella for two.

This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Sunday Challenge - Micro Poetry - Streetlight Rain"  - my attempt at:  American Sentences as a poetic form was Ginsberg's effort to make American the haiku.  If haiku is seventeen syllables going down in Japanese text, he would make American Sentences seventeen syllables going across, linear.

6 comments:

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ironic! Nicely crafted.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You manage to convey a whole lot about loneliness in a single sentence.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I can picture him embracing solitude under the umbrella. Inspired ❤️

Martin Kloess said...

One can read so much into this

Outlawyer said...

Oh dear--there is such a sadness here. Great metaphor. Thanks, Margaret, hope all is well. k.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, such an image of lonely