Hair on my pillow. /
Touching it, I feel your touch. /
Day begins anew.
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Workshop weekend: haiku: “Hair”
Hair on my pillow. /
Touching it, I feel your touch. /
Day begins anew.
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Freeform Friday II: Limerick: “Poet from Maine”
There once was a poet from Maine
whose haiku would cause others in vain
to say that they could do, too,
the verse and rhythm that he knew,
but it drove many who attempted insane.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poetry by author, rhyming poetry
Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Mumpsimus”
There once was a man called Mumpsimus
who when he spoke, wasn’t quite one of us.
He’d say Hello for Good bye,
or Good Night at noon high.
But we knew he was kind when he cussed at us.
Filed under Freeform Friday, limerick, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “River”
The river reaches /
back to the moment of its /
beginning: one drop.
The river carries /
forward to the time of its /
enduring: one drop
[Editor’s note: Okay, since there are two haiku here on the same subject, sort of mirror images of each other, maybe I should call this biku or ambi-ku or maybe even dos-ku. Duo-ku?]
Filed under haiku, Haiku to You Thursday, poetry by author
Random acts of poetry: Limerick: “Quills”
There once was a man from Ft. Wayne.
Whose bride nearly drove him to abstain.
Little sex, no thrills –
She was all “porcupine quills” –
Until he sang songs with bawdy refrains.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Random acts of poetry
Workshop weekend: haiku: “the old man”
The sun peers over
my shoulder, an old man who
gives heat as advice.
Filed under poem, poetry by author, Workshop weekend
Freeform Friday: Limerick: “Rears”
The once was a woman from Tangiers
who had trouble with buying her brassieres.
Every time she tried to pay
they’d send her away,
saying she had too much in arrears.
Filed under Freeform Friday, poem, poetry by author
Haiku to you Thursday: “Dawn into day”
High, crimson cirrus;
low, purple, bruised cumulus:
dawn fights into day.
Filed under Haiku to You Thursday, poem, poetry by author
Random thoughts: Limerick: “Retort”
There once was a hairdresser in port
who, while wearing a pink hard hat, would cavort.
And to this very day,
though the construction’s gone away,
is still known to have a snarky retort.
A hairdresser and her hard hat. Retort extra.
You can find out more about this pink hard hat and the woman wearing it at: http://ephemeralfilaments.wordpress.com/.
Filed under limerick, poetry by author, Random thought
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