PRAIN

Perchance to rub a little southing ointment
on the joints that link artists and poets,
I would introduce you to 'Fitzgeralds',
though you may already know,
at least in your soul.

I Fitzgerald is a poetry form popular in Northern California,
that embraces the discipline and exactitude
of a Haiku and Sonnet, but allows much greater
flow of creative inspiration and ease of focus.

The title can be of any length (a way of cheating),
but the body of poem, song, prose, essay, whatever --
must be exactly 55 words long. I recently published
a booklet of 55 of these written for my beloved Emrys.

Here is an example, refelcting on Winnie's poem.

Can Pain be Prayer, My Love?

Oh, that I could sing some joy to the morning!

Pain consumes my sleep.
For those driven down to the Earth,
the mud, by the weight of pain,
can there not be a clearer vision?

Might they not see flowers so small,
with tiny scent so sweet,
that their hearts are gladdened in secret mirth?


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