Showing posts with label robert fulghum. Show all posts
Showing posts with label robert fulghum. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
sherku: harmonica lips
That is what he
told me after
the first kiss;
he has got
harmonica lips
a found sherku, in that I read what Robert Fulghum wrote and it fit.
What is a sherku?
Friday, April 04, 2008
sacred space
cemeteries at dawn are
the only places where some
sacredness of space is
the only places where some
sacredness of space is
Note: Another in a series of 'found" poems, this one from Robert Fulghum. He may not have realized when he wrote them that he was composing a sherku.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
timing
He was never on time
He was never in time
His timing was exquisite
Note: Another in a series of 'found' poems, this one from Robert Fulghum. He may not have realized when he wrote them that he was composing a sherku.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sherku: Robert Fulghum after breakfast
The curved simplicity
Of an old spoon sitting
In an empty bowl
Of an old spoon sitting
In an empty bowl
Note: the words are Robert Fulghum's. He may not have realized when he wrote them in the closing of his essay on True Love that he was composing a sherku.
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