Another Cloudburst piece sent exclusively by email, but here’s chat about it.
Another seven-line poem, with ABABCBC rhyme scheme. I like this format, with variations in the rhyme scheme. It’s tight, short enough for today’s skimmers, full enough to get in a good thought.
The Samson poem started with two good lines that never would come together. They sat there for weeks, so I started filling in around them and finally cut out the original cantankerous lines.
The picture, obviously, is of the party in the pagan temple.
I’m sending this out early in the week, since as we get down to the final weeks and days before our U.S. trip, I can’t tell what will happen on the morrow.
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Oh, the Samson poem? You can ask.