A Plague of Bullfrogs—Free Verse

Walking moonless night

Out of the bright shower

Trying to remember the road

From twilight memory.


The sound of the trees

On either side of the small road

Crunch softly echoing your steps

On the gravelly asphalt.


The crickets and cicadas

Ringing loud in your ears

And you see a white thing in the road

And you wonder if it is the diaper

You had noticed on your way here from camp.


And if it is. If you hadn’t already missed it

Walking ever so blindly in the dark

Lit only by stars and fireflies

That flash like strokes of lightning

And land darkly on your bear arms,


Then, you wonder, have you really been

Walking as slowly as it feels,

And you wonder how far the bullfrogs

Are off in the trees for you to hear them

So faintly at times and so loud the next.

Through the Dark–Limerick

There must be something evading my sight

And not just irrational fright

Out there in the darkness

Lurking or something like this

That keeps my dog up barking all night.


But if I lie awake through the dark

Because the dog does nothing but bark,

The next meal that I sup

Will involve this young pup,

And my word, my dear, you can mark.


A limerick is a five-line poem where the first, second, and fifth lines are long and the third and fourth lines are short. There seems to be quite a lot of variation between the examples of limericks that I have seen. But the long lines tend to be eight, nine, or ten syllables in length, and the short lines tend to be five, six, or seven syllables in length. Typically, the three long lines rhyme with each other and the two short lines rhyme with each other. But the rhyme scheme is subject to change on the whim of the poet. Limericks are often humorous poems consisting of a single stanza. However, they don’t have to be funny and limericks can be linked together in multiple stanzas to form a longer poem. If you want to learn more about limericks or any other poetry term, you can check out the Glossary of Poetic Terms at Poetry Foundation here: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms?letter=L

Shadow Drama—Shadorma—A very late response to a March poetry challenge

My cell phone

Helps me pick a path

Through the dark

Messy room

Until the timer cuts off

The dim light and sight.


I wrote this poem as a response to a poetry challenge given out by Rebecca Cunningham’s Fake Flamenco page in March. It is already long past the deadline she set, but I am ok with that if you are. If you would like to read or respond to her old poetry challenge, click onto her page here: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/144536015/posts/17875

A shadorma is a short unrimed poem with six lines and a syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5. I had never heard of this style of poem until I read about it on Rebecca Cunningham’s page.