Would you believe I wrote this haiku in time for last Wednesday’s post but just forgot to post it? It was a crazy week.
A big, fat smile
Works its way across my face
What a cheeky dog!
Originally posted on 52 Haiku
Written Feb. 7, 1983. I stay inside the dark and weary castle keep. It is lonely. I know loneliness. She is my friend. Outside is cold. There are many vicious things out there. The many pronged whip that beats on you until you’re a bloody pulp. The razor that slices souls. The knife that creeps…
I just found this limerick I wrote many years ago based on a co-workers name. I hope you enjoy it!
On October 13, 1982, my diary entry consisted of mostly a poem. I now share with you that entry. Just F.Y.I.: each diary was given a name. For my Junior year in High School, my diary was named Duval, after a guy I liked the previous year. He died his senior year in a terrible…
Well, actually, I’ve probably written couplets before … just not on purpose. In my Long Beach Writing Examiner column today, I wrote about couplets. And just for fun, in the section about couplets in Long Beach, I wrote it in the form of a couplet. When searching for couplets in Long Beach I lurch Toward…
Ah! A new, mold-free, well-lighted apartment. And better than that, an apartment my dog hasn’t “christened” — and we’ve been there for more than 24 hours, too! Such small joys make me feel hopeful for the future.
This poem is an exercise in creating scenes with strong sensory information. Breathe. Fill your nostrils with the smokey scent of your neighbor’s barbecue. Breathe. Listen to the rustle of pine needles brushing against each-other in the breeze. Breathe. Soak in the starlight slowly spinning in the dark blue sky. Breathe. Fill yourself with the…