Breaking the American Sentence into a Canadian form. eh!
Broken from haiku, the American Sentence was born into poetry. Lovely.
A true bird of snow, no feeble fleeing snow bird, she waits. Silent. Still. Deadly.
Invisible against a snow sky, often missed against the endless blue. Sacred?
Seeing them is a gift we seek. A gift we treasure. Something dear. Snowy!
How many miss the magic? What other treasures pass by unseen? Mystified.
Look around, see what you can see. Owl. Deer. Fox. Joy. Blessings to seek and find. Go!
The challenge at dVerse is to break and enter – take a form and make it your own. I broke the American Sentence a wee bit by adding a Canadian ending word. A question. A comment. A statement. Sarcasm. Hope. Something.
Great to be back at the Pub. Stop by the link below, see the magic other poets have woven.