Square Poems 03: A Kernel Of Truth Poem by Kim Barney
Square Poems 03: A Kernel Of Truth
Bring me a cob of corn that has an odd
number of rows and I will pay you five
dollars for it, said the old man to us.
We were the kids in his Sunday school class.
I don't recall the point he tried to make.
I just know I have never forgotten
what he said that day: All cobs are even.
I can't help it; eating corn on the cob
I am compelled to always count the rows.
It's always confirmed: that old man was right.
written 28 September 2016
Note: I call these square poems because they have the same number of syllables per line as there are lines: two lines, two syllables per line; three lines, three syllables per line, etc.
This one has ten lines with ten syllables per line. I had thought about calling it
A Hundred Syllables
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