Friday, June 20, 2008


June 18 015


open slowly

reaching through the neighbor’s

fence into late morning sunshine,

stamens tipped with pollen calling all bees;

the bronze of my son’s arm reflects

dappled sunshine as it

blesses us with


This is an original poem in response to Miss Rumphius' Monday/Tuesday Poetry Stretch. She says: "Rictameter is a nine line poetry form in which the 1st and last lines are the same. The syllable count is 2/4/6/8/10/8/6/4/2. You can learn more about this new form at Wikipedia."

I am late to posting this today. I have to admit I forgot it was Friday! Ah vacation. The Friday Poetry round up this week is found at Semicolon.


Elaine Magliaro said...


Lovely poem! I didn't even attempt the poetry stretch this week. Too busy working on my own collection--and trying to decide which clothes to pack for our trip to New Mexico next week.

Evelyn said...

Beautiful poem! I linked here from Miss Rumphius :)