scent of petrichor
from a short springtime shower –
singing of robins


Today is the last day of NaPoWriMo


School Limericks

a teacher who taught in the school
told his students he had just one rule
“do all that you should
and try to be good
and then you will be nobody’s fool”

a kid who was taking a bath
was trying to study his math
it’s too bad he let
his math book get wet
’cause his teacher was all in a wrath

a girl named Petunia Lang,
when the bell to end science class rang
thought “it won’t go amiss
if I mix that with this”
so the next class learned ’bout the big bang

a kid who was known as Ted
hated the class called PhysEd
he claimed “fills my brain
with incredible pain”
but was told it was all in his head

a few more limericks for dVerse and NaPoWriMo (where I am once again off prompt)

Autobiographical Limericks

In April I write poems each day
at least if I have it my way
though I’m striving for great
they turn out third rate
but still I won’t stop come what may


the guy with the blog “quest 4 peas”,
while ord’ring a burger said “please
let’s watch shows with not
even one ounce of plot
‘cuz I like eating burgers with cheese”


the worst thing ’bout being named ‘Bryan’
is it can be aw-ful-ly tryin’
to hear ev’ry ‘bard’
that enters my yard
spout lim’ricks that have me a’cryin’


sharing for the limerick prompt at dVerse, and also for NaPoWriMo (where I am off prompt today)

Temples of an Ancient Race – Archeological Findings from the year 12017

Today’s prompt at NaPoWriMo invites us to explore the following idea: What might happen if, sometime in the distant future, archaeologists were to unearth aspects of our culture today? Would they accurately piece together what life was like in 2017, or would they make some startling miscalculations? Here is a possible scenario:


Ten thousand years ago, it’s clear
that people worshipped shapes
and that should come as no surprise
for they were simple apes
some recent excavations show
some temples vast and grand
with spots to seat a mighty crowd
on massive tracts of land
we cannot guess the rituals
done on the field below
some sort of dance or sacrifice
but some things we can’t know
the temple with the diamond shape
intrigues us most today
did pilgrims walk those painted lines
to meditate and pray?
but now I set my work aside
to play games with my son
we’ll toss a small orb back and forth
this new sport’s so much fun!


here are a few examples of the types of “temples” unearthed…

Ode to a Travel Mug

Oh travel mug, my shiny cup
I love you when you are filled up
with coffee and a little cream
the flavour like a favourite dream
and when your space is filled with drink
I sip from you to help me think
and with your lid, if you should tip
you do not even spill one drip
but when I drink the last drop down
I look at you and with a frown
say “why can’t you be still full up
you’re empty, so I hate you, cup!”


this is a response to NaPoWriMo‘s prompt: The Poetics of Space – where we are invited to write about the emotional response to a small confined space that has meaning to us. This made me think of the inside of my travel mug and how I feel when it is either full or empty (my emotions might be exaggerated slightly…but not by much)

Hope and Despair

is found
when one believes
that things might become
case scenario is that
despairs are dashed
leading to


my attempt at a double elevenie for NaPoWriMo – an elevenie is a poem that starts with a noun (one word) in the first line, followed by 2, 3, 4 words in lines 2, 3, and 4, and concluding with a 5th line that sums up the first four.  A double elevenie, then repeats that process.  I chose to put my own spin on this form by reversing the order of the lines in the second half.