Six sick months passed
we have email together
as if time were gassed
by these broken towers
Beyond the subterfuges
of Zion taking shelter
in making terror thugs
dissent helter skelter
What is gained from it
How is it changing you
When will we all admit
former life is through
Are you a wake up call
or stroll on your mall
This is one of my new BRIK form poems, done in Courier font, the 22 characters/spaces wide create a perfect Elizabethan sonnet BRIK
Hello Frank! I am so glad to see you here! I like this style also. Eileen and Joe, are friends of mine. We seem to all follow each other around these writing sites. Again, "Welcome!"