they say there’s a hurricane gaining strength off the coast
nice place to visit, the coast…
I planted my soul inland, on higher ground
far from the storm’s jagged pathway, off the beaten rut
atop a foothill shaded beneath the pines where the wind sings,
and where swelling creeks giggle over rocks when it rains
~kat~
The Cherita
A 6 line poem in three separate stanzas, a single line, a couplet, then a tercet.
Each stanza is a complete strophe
The line lengths are at the poets’ discretion
The poem should be presented, centered and untitled.
It should be imagistic and concise.
like mercury colliding... 