Camino D’Oro


A poem is a house of cards. A wisp of stray air – one misplaced word – will tumble it into meaningless or (worse!) ridiculous fragments. Even poets with the greatest genius, the surest craft can be humbled by a poem, especially so if it’s conceived in one of the classic forms. I’ll sometimes attempt to obey the discipline of these forms. Most recently, the Society of Classical Poets has accepted a villanelle of mine. I’ll be interested to know how you think I did! Here’s the link:

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