You gave me the lavender dress from a basement vintage shop
That had been a white nightgown, trunked in an attic;
Your solemn joyful promise; the Mondrian scarf you would have discarded.
You chose for me these remarkable blue glasses; this hairstyle;
That final thoughtless birthday present.
Some of these lost, some discarded, some still right here.
Forgetfulness: a sideways blanket.
Cool,is that a new form of poetry...Sevenling.Sounds nice :)
ReplyDeleteI am doing forms this month,so quite inetersted
It is indeed. Here's some more info: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sevenling
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the forms!