[jengoesup]

Even though April's over, I've got some new poems...we read about the pantoum form in class, so I decided to experiment with it.

Sun’s Pantoum

Lissome, like arrows from the sun
the sunshowers burn cars in yellow,
surfaces slicked and oily
when God roils over.

The sunshowers burn cars in yellow.
The yearning green of the forest cries
when God roils over,
reaches up to tickle the stippling silence.

The yearning green of the forest cries
foul with the slowing gradient of rain,
reaches up to tickle the stippling silence—
does a cloud drip or rain?—

Foul with the slowing gradient of rain
the grass pushes against the weight, ponders—
does a cloud rain or drip?—
pursues fibrous lips in the brightening air,

lissome, like arrows from the sun.