Friday, April 1, 2011

Poem #1

April is National Poetry Month.  To celebrate, I'll be posting an original poem each day.  This year I'm trying my hand at cinquains.  Can't promise any of them will be any good, but too bad, I'm going to write and post them anyway.  :)  I'll also be tweeting the poems as part of #LONpoem.  Here goes with the first...

Breakfast at 9


gone, the syrup

puddle tempts my son to

forget his manners.  Happily...

he does.

1 comment:

Martha Calderaro said...

I can picture a creatively sticky outcome. And now I'm hungry. Happy Poetry Month!