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| 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:
Ironic! Nicely crafted.
You manage to convey a whole lot about loneliness in a single sentence.
I can picture him embracing solitude under the umbrella. Inspired ❤️
One can read so much into this
Oh dear--there is such a sadness here. Great metaphor. Thanks, Margaret, hope all is well. k.
Yes, such an image of lonely
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