I’ve been taking a little time off from work, which would seem like it should be a good time for writing some poetry. Strangely not. Our St. Lawrence Area Poets group had its monthly meeting last night and I had set the challenge to the group–write a poem a week. I did walk in the door with four new poems–all written in the three days preceding the meeting.
Two were haiku of undistinguished quality. Another was based on Anglo-Saxon riddlery–and could be considered a success–in the sense that no one could figure out what I was talking about.
How Guys Catch Gals
Deer run fast
but dogs run long.