Here's my entry. The Seed
Crack open a possibility And get your bet down Roll the dice through the warm furrow Call forth the soaking, roiling heavens Breathe deep the gifts of sunny summer days And absorb the muscled mercies of a gardener¹s hand Commune with the change of seasons full and season¹s end Stretch out your sweet intention. Gather close all the children Whisper the truth Behold the future ______ It's eleven lines. This may disqualify me. Possible excuses for breaking the rules: 1. I took a little poetic license. 2. Math has never been my strong suit. 3. I'm just another counter-dependent pain in the neck (not really a valid excuse, except to a counter-dependent). 4. I deserve special dispensation because I'm from New Jersey, where people are extremely sensitive about not winning the Grand Prize of poetry contests such as this, which is a free round trip. 5. It's in honor of *next* year's OSONOS. Ralph Copleman * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
