...by the light of the moon...

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if I had a string

long enough, I’d hold on tight

and fly with the moon

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to catch a moonbeam

takes imagination and

a lasso of dreams

Notes:  The form is 5/7/5 Haiku.  Poets United Think Tank Thursday's prompt is 'moon.'

It all begins with 're'...

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the search continues

because it has to, and I

reinvent myself

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Notes: The form is 5/7/5 Haiku.  The words were inspired by Poets United Thursday Think Tank's prompt of 'rebirth' and Theme Thursday's prompt of 'reaction.'  I'm not sure whether I actually reinvent myself or merely adapt to my environment, but regardless, when change occurs, there is often a part of myself that emerges that is wholly unexpected.

Ya never know what ya might find when ya make a wrong turn down a road...

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The Road of Curiouser and Curiouser

“I guess when you turn off the main road, you have to be prepared to see some funny houses.” ~Stephen King

I once turned left instead of right

and saw a really oddball sight:

the road I turned on suddenly

revealed a funny house and tree.

Who could have guessed?  This house’s hue

was lemon, pink, cornflower blue.

It had a pinwheel balcony.

It was a funny house and tree.

The tree grew tea cups from each limb,

just like a scene from Brothers Grimm

or Carroll’s Alice.  Could that be?

Uh huh.  A funny house and tree.

I made a left instead of right

and saw a funny house and tree...

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 Notes:  In continuing with my January poetic form theme of Kyrielle Sonnet, here's yet another one.  Poets United Thursday Think Tank provided the prompt of 'The Road' today.  After I saw the Stephen King quote, I knew what road I would have to take to get to this poem.

Get Your Red On

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Rispetto de la Rouge

Red is sometimes called cinnabar or claret

or ruddy, sanguine, ruby or vermillion,

or raspberry, crimson, poppy or scarlet.

I’ll stop here, since ‘red’ names?  More than a zillion.

Okay, I say with a blush:  Hyperbole.

But the thing is, as a color, red’s got reverbole,

a fancy word for echo. (I forced this rhyme.)

So get your rouge on…it’s paint-the-town-red time.

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Notes:  Poets United Think Tank Thursday used red for their prompt this week.  And because Poetic Asides featured the form Rispetto this week, I decided to go with it for my 'rosy' poem.  (Get it?)

On another note, Marie Elena and Walt chose me (yeah, you 'red' that right!) to be the subject of this week's poets' spotlight over at Poetic Bloomings.  Totally cool and lots of fun.  If you get the chance stop by and see my interview.  And please feel free to leave a comment too if you are so inclined, 'cause I just love that sort of thing, y'know?  Thanks!

The Glamour Girls of The Forties

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She’s the Picture-Perfect Ideal [1947]

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Notes:  Poet's United Thursday Think Tank #61 was all about the word, 'she.'  

I found this marvelous picture of a double-page spread from an old magazine on BibliOdyssey and decided to pair it together with two poems, using the form Hay[Na]Ku. 

Yeah, I'm having too much fun!

What a Trip!

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Tripping

Shoes left

in the middle

of the floor…forgotten…

until the middle of the night:

Dark.  Ouch!

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Note: Poetic Form: Cinquain; inspired by Poets United Thursday Think Tank #58 [darkness]