One
hundred
mosquitoes,
Two dogs, Three owls,
Four frogs. All gathered by
my tent to croon --sing a song to
the full moon. They're buzzing, howling,
croaking-cheep! It is so loud I can not sleep.
I was trying to make this a concrete poem in the shape of a camping tent. I think it looks more like a triangle than a tent. What do you think?
What do you do when you are kept awake at night? I like to write. The house is quiet. The phone doesn't ring. I don't want to do noisy things and wake the rest of the house, so I write. Can you write a poem about what you do? Have a great week.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI love your poems and can't believe how you put them out each day. Are you collecting them for a book? Very impressive. They all make me smile. WOuld you be interested in being a guest blogger on my blog? You could talk about what makes you tick as a poet, we could just post some of your favorites--whatever. i think they are wonderful!!
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI love your concrete poem and yes it looks just like a tent. It welcomes me in.
Linda A.
Carol,
ReplyDeleteThank you.
My heart makes me tick. I'm just having fun writing and having a place to hang out.
Yes, I'd love to help with your blog. What do you need? How many words? What questions would you like answered? How do we do this?