Today is set aside to celebrate the Etheree syllabic form. I have a great fondness for this form: its simplicity, its flexibility, and the way it starts slow and then blossoms into fullness are attributes that offer a poet many opportunities. A number of my books use the form:
'Poems of Place' contain a series of 'Tea Etheree', most of which begin with the word 'tea'.
'Safe Harbor' contains an Etheree series I call 'Cathedrals'.
'Even in Winter' has Etheree poems scattered through the collection.
The Etheree is a form I have explored extensively and continue to do so. It seems to have endless possibilities. Here is one I wrote recently:
From a Hermit's Perspective
From dusk to dusk
Boulder in a stream
The rise and fall of nations
Enacting my daily routines
The waking world, the world of dreams,
The desert hermits from long ago
Seasons of summer, seasons of snow,
Stability as the stars ebb and flow