bitter morning rooms
secede as
kids fling windows wide
oldest question yet:
whose man in the moon
is up there?
waiting for the day
violets
blanket the whole lawn
spring welcomes girls
skipping city sidewalks, sporting tears
in jeans knees
Grace
has introduced a new (to me, anyway) form for the Real Toads (and you!)
to play with: the LUNE. 1 & 3 here are my first attempts at the
Kelly Lune, which has a syllable count of 5-3-5. 2 & 4 are samples
of the Collum Lune, which has a WORD count of 3-5-3. I’m gonna count all
of these as one... so the Lunes are number 21 of 30 for National Poetry
Writing Month. Getting there!
