The jelly fish, small as a word

(an English sonnet)

In the crystalline, becalmed air
The thought held its place there
By the picture of large regret,

The sailors’ sorrow, the broken net
That caught not fish the day described
Windswept in that darkening bay.

Now the picture is seen as skill,
A trial, a test of human will
Where brush was placed just so

Until the years have slid away,
Perspective changed, explained to mean
The known unseen: a cloud,

A breeze, the color blue, what holds
A word, and what is true.

Published by William Cowan

I'm from the East Coast, have lived in SoCal and now Northern California for some years. I've been writing quite awhile, published in 1992 in a literary quarterly: "Suspicious Humanist," vol. 2, #2, (20 pages.) Best job: fm on air personality on a now defunct station, "Evening Eclectic" music show, and a weekly poetry reading show. I played jazz and free/improv I enjoyed. Read Wallace Stevens, John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, etc. and commented on the poems. I have read once at a local coffee house. Love the Bay Area, wouldn't want to be anywhere else. I am going to appear in an east coast anthology of best new poets of 2010 by the end of the year, published in Pennsylvania. I'm reading once a month at a brewpub in Marin with a group of fellow poets. We read to each other our work, and personal favorite poems of authors we enjoy. It is a pleasure to share with a community of fellow enthusiasts.

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