Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A 27

a twenty-seven: a syllabic count poem invented by a friend in Chicago (see the website below): 5 syllables,4,5,4,4,5 per 6 lines


kinda's one I wrote:

In the heart of my
a century of
butterflies curl.
My pants ripping,
the wings unfold there.


Julie said...

That is so cool! He made up the form? Wow. I love your poem, especially the century of butterflies. I'll have to check out his site now. Thanks for turning us on, Holly.

Cynthia said...

charming poem, adore you use of
language, gives this poem a light-hearted feel.

Scot said...

omg another form--i like this poem though