Each month, write a new collection.
broken limbs, leavespuddles on the walkblock your pathI sweep them asideset your chair downfor your slow walkstopping every few stepsto sit and catch your breathenjoy the sun on your facemissing for a dayfrom the wind, rainconfining you to the house
Love this poem. You can see your haiku roots.
Yes, for some reason I've been writing in 3 line stanzas recently.
It probably just comes down to how long you wrote nearly exclusively in haiku.
For years I worked on reducing my poems to the smallest unit. When I started writing haiku like poems (5 7 3) I wrote a few hundred or so. So now when I write even a longer poem that reduction is still there.
The rumblings subsided Pounding drums in the sky Reduced to a humThe steady static Echoes from endless drops Tapers to a stop The sweet fragrance Drifting up from the ground An invisible mist The steady pecking As birds scavenge the grass A six-legged feast The sun peeksFrom behind the cloudsLike a child