01-19-2024, 11:54 PM
A friend of mine turned me on to sijo poems recently. I wasn't familiar with this form, which I learned is sort of a Korean long form haiku. He challenged me to write one for a contest which it turned out I couldn't enter cause I am not a Wisconsin resident, which is ironic since most of my and my wife's immediate and extended family are from Wisconsin.
Their shoulders curved under a growing burden made ghosts
by the murk of falling snow. Headstones stand stalwart, row upon row.
Eyes water red in the cold asking too much of their dead.
Their shoulders curved under a growing burden made ghosts
by the murk of falling snow. Headstones stand stalwart, row upon row.
Eyes water red in the cold asking too much of their dead.