We've been experimenting with forms in poetry workshop (getting to choose which one we write) and I've become intrigued by the sijo (more info here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sijo)

I’m thinking about doing a series of sijo about the many places I’ve lived and think of as homes. The brevity of the form seems to lend itself to isolating a single image, while still allowing me to attempt an incorporation of the larger ideas of nostalgia and loss.


Ithaca Spring (sijo)

In March, the ice of Lake Cayuga begins to crack,
Shattering sounds like thousands of falling crystal bells.
I can still hear the ringing from Central Standard Time.