{1} “Humpty Dumpty” 

The shadows sweep

And shadows fall

Across the weeping sky

Eyes as black as a devil’s soul

Through clouds of smoke did peer

A lady in peril and he was bound

Not by honor, not by fear, but by magic

To help the lady, dear

With a single sweep he broke the bonds that bound

The lady, dear

Let me just say first that I have a fascination with form poetry. Not just metered, rhymed poetry, but the very rigid, strict forms. In writing fiction, I sometimes get overwhelmed with all the freedom I have regarding word choice, rhythm, sentence length, and structure. I've found that in those circumstances, it can be helpful to confine myself to a particular form, force myself to think inside the box for a change. So here are two of my experiments with form poetry. First, Mockingbird, a haiku, and Queen Anne's Lace, a cinquain.

**These were all short, so I thought I'd post them together.**

[1.] "The Arborist's Dream"
The cherry tree, I dreamt, was blighted.
Its bark was bubbling up, frothing pink at each joint.
The disease was making it turn into a cherry soda, all fizzy.
I, the arborist, with my ladder climbed
and trimmed, and pruned, and treated
but in vain.
I could not find the source and kill it,
so the tree was going to die.

Alright, so this is some old stuff I posted, but for some reason, I deleted it.  Don't ask me why; I think that was back when I thought it was ridiculous.  Anyway, I'm posting it again, and here it is.

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So, I haven't posted on here in FOREVER--partly because I thought it was closing down, partly because I've been lazy, and partly because I'm in college now and HAVE NO TIME TO WRITE. I will finish Flyer, I promise (one of these days...) and will get it up here, but right now...I just don't have time.

However, I was feeling guilty because I'm supposed to be a monthly writer and I haven't written in ages, so I'm going to post this poem and a skit that I recently wrote for a drama class. Hope you enjoy, and please forgive the wait for the next part of Flyer.

~LoriAnn

1. (This one I gave and dedicated to my beloved music teacher)

What is a poem?

Dancing melody

Unsung

Sweeping harmony

Without music

Saying prose

As if it were song

This is a poem

2.

Words set to meter

Words set to rhyme

Something repeated

At least one time

3.

What is a poem?

A poem is a feeling

A poem is a thought

A poem is inexplicability

Put into words

4. (Inspired by a friend called Renee's definition)