Micropoetry – February 19, 2014

My Fireplaceblazing fire
leaping at chestnut shells
wood knots pop

flowing sky dance
at dusk over Rome’s squares
starlings swirl

grey pigeons
begging in St. Mark’s Square
swarm the tourists

cute sparrows
swooping onto tables
steal brioche

soggy clothes
hung out in the storm
soppy flails

Micropoetry for Me – February 18, 2014



yellow primula
birdsong filling morning air
first springtime heralds

Me Senryu

my first day of life
born in the dead of winter
longing for spring days

off to be feted
cappuccino and brioche
old lady’s champagne

sun looks like shining
I’d better whisper the news
capricious swain

Sixty-two years old
when I was ten I’d’ve said
ancient old lady

PeopleAmerican Sentences

Age may be just a number, but believe me arthritis sure isn’t.

Chatting is such a delicate matter, people only see your words.

Sadly, he looks from inside himself and doesn’t see anyone else.

People are often just a mystery, sometimes I prefer Sherlock Holmes.

Micropoem: The Mall

Well, I just wrote a very long cumbersome poem using this photo and the same title, Now from long and cumbersome, I thought I’d try a Micropoem that I just saw on the OctPoWriMo as a prompt:


The mall

Blues and pinks of fall, distractions to driving, encourages walking.

We Drink Monday Poetry Prompt #19 Micropoetry

Prompt: We’re going to do this in the form of a poem… Micropoetry! Brevity is the key here. Can you tell a story, through poetry, in as few words as possible, concerning the following words:

1. Black

2. Hamburger

3. Mattress




Fast Food

Their Hamburger?

A black mattress…

with ketchup.

Written for We Drink Because We’re Poets