Little dogs
sleeping in
the sunbeam.
Conserving
energy
for defence.
In case of
slamming car
doors or cats.
.
Tricube poem: 3 stanzas of 3 lines of 3 syllables.
poem- guard dogs not on duty September 5, 2022
Poem- summer day September 4, 2022
Seagulls cry
screaching calls,
skydiving.
Spiralling
through blue skies
watching us.
Picnic lunch
temptation
French fry thieves.
.
Tricube poem: 3 stanzas of 3 lines each with 3 syllables.
poem-before your death September 3, 2022
Lasting smile
lingering
memory.
You and I
lakeside walks
sunset dreams.
What once was:
happiness.
Now a void.
.
A tricube: 3 stanzas of 3 lines with 3 syllables each.
poem-Fast Food Blues September 2, 2022
Fast Food Blues
.
Another
shift behind
the counter.
.
“Do you want
fries with that?
Super-size?”
.
My fake smile
is unfeigned
on pay day.
.
This poem is a tricube. 3 stanzas each of 3 lines each with 3 syllables.
poem- better out than in September 1, 2022
What is that stuff all over your back, dog?
In the slime is a white ball.
Gross botfly larva OUT.
Another kimo poem. 3 lines with 10-7-6 syllables. A kimo poem is supposed to be an image. I hope it isn’t too disgusting an image for you!
Our senior dog had a lump in her back that appeared and grew over the last week. She scratched it open today, and in cleaning and examining it, I discovered a parasite. 😦 I was going to attach a photo, but really. You don’t want to see the hole in the poor little dog or the 8mm critter that was in the hole!
poem-peaceful August 31, 2022
Curled up comma, figure in curly fur,
beside me, softly snoring,
my happy puppy dreams.
This is a KIMO poem. The kimo has a single image, no rhyme, 3 lines, with 10-7-6 syllable count.
poem: night lights
Night stars aglow:
happy dream light.
Wordy 30 is a poem form that’s come out of the Wordle craze. It’s a poem made of 30 letters, in six 5 letter words. If you write one, put a link to it in the comments!
poem- empty the recycling August 30, 2022
Angry men are glass
When they shatter
Their shards slice:
they destroy what matters.
They cut up lives,
lose the love they amassed.
poem- I saw a shooting star August 29, 2022
I saw a shooting star
.
Last night
while letting out the dog:
a streak across the sky.
The dog squatted in the grass while
A weary traveler burned through our
atmosphere.
My upward glance made me a witness
and I must say, that meteor’s end
made midnight
magic.
poem- change in the wind August 28, 2022
Perhaps, this may be
the last back to school autumn
With next year’s falling leaves,
will I too be leaving
on the breeze ?
Shawn L. Bird 