Can’t Combat the Fever
July 3, 2012 § 2 Comments
mercury rising one hundred and five, I’m alive
crawled each stone familiar
to see house eaten by vine
no more travels up the river
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this form is mas kumambang. read about it here, on this nice new blog I found.
Great poem. It is especially fitting since it hit 110 degrees here in my hometown of Franklin, Ky. One hundred and ten is a record for our part of the world.
Tim
Ooh, I like the flow here. Yet another new form I need to try…