By John Hertz: It’s not that I have nothing to do (sing rickety-tickety-tin). But I thought you might like these. Our Gracious Host once said I had the heart of a poet – yes, I know the Bob Bloch joke.
* * *
The clouds floating by,
Slowly, it seems, remind me
They are big, but far.
* * *
For Bjo Trimble’s birthday
Birthing new ideas,
Juno to many of us;
Old and young she sparks.
* * *
Dance, so much with time,
Rhythm its flowing blood, yet
Independently
Nourished, nourishing, opens
All it touches to depths, heights.
The first two are in unrhymed 5-7-5-syllable lines, somewhat like Japanese haiku. The third is in unrhymed 5-7-5-7-7-syllable lines, somewhat like Japanese tanka. The last two are acrostic (read down the first letters of each line). The third is a birthday present for a woman I know through another hobby.
Bjo’s name is properly spelled with a circumflex over the “j”, an Esperantism indicating pronunciation “bee-joe”, but OGH’s software won’t allow it.
Wishing you the same.
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