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Winter’s Weeds
With the cycling seasonpines bow under winter’s last snow,white-haired crones, mourners lined up at the junction. With the cycling seasonice-studded river dressed in black silk,flanked by sequined shores, spectral mist infusion. With the cycling seasongray-scale landscape inked on white canvasawaits exchange–black crepe for spring pastel profusion. I’m a greenling when it comes to the fine craft of poetry forms, but this is my crack at writing a kinda, sorta triolet for dVerse Poets and a Friday Flash 55 in one post. The last five words (not necessarily the last five words in the poem) were the hardest. Image credit:forest by night by gyst on Flickr; Daffodil, Beckenham by dan taylor…
Why I Shouldn’t Write Poetry in the Park
My friend said please write poetry in the park,On cardboard beside her art.She wanted rhymes,Which took a long time.Free speech right endsAt 10 PM.We got arrested.She protested.But Cop’s right–My rhymes should be illegal and not just at night. ~~I was going to finish telling you the rest of that other story today. But I got sidetracked. Lucky for me G-Man has friends with friends who have friends in high places. I was sentenced to 55 words. Consider the sentences served, G. 😉 This flash fiction 55 is a contribution to G-Mans Friday Flash 55 and a response to his Thursday blog. Click here to see what others wrote or to…