Thursday, April 30, 2015

Poetry

Limerick
There once was a man from the Vineyard
Who seemed to implode inward
For he was real skinny
And moved to New Guinea
And never look back at the Vineyard.

Haiku
There was on a branch
A bluebird sitting quiet
Chirping his own tune

Tanka
The mouse scrambling
To find some food for winter
Before the first storm
Provisions for family
Of mice in the cold dark den