June Forecasts V: Michele Develops a Disdain for Dizains!
I carry my coffee down the green slope,
plop into a blue swing hung from an oak
(that’s survived a century!), and I scope
out the deep sinkhole. A cat creeps by, pokes
his pink nose in. Does this young country bloke
see what I see? A hole wider this spring.
Tragic what constant heavy rains still bring.
I swing high, look away, to what remains—
think how to protect, safeguard what’s now left—
think about all our struggles to stay sane.
(For a wonderful example of this dizain form,
see Bill Brymer’s on June 4th!)
5 thoughts on "June Forecasts V: Michele Develops a Disdain for Dizains!"
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Such a great title! And I love how it reads, the movement throughout. Also, shout-out to the 100 year old tree!!
Awesome! You nailed it, Michele! Love the last line and how you included all of us. Very nice.
The title made me chuckle! 🙂 I love the rhyme of “oak,” “scope,” “pokes,” and “bloke,” and I love the last line!
I admire how hard you’ve been working at your craft, Michele. Now I need to look into this form. Thanks for introducing me to it.
I had never heard of a dizain, but I love how you’ve made it your own.
The rhyme is well-crafted and doesn’t feel forced at all. Nice work!