for western shores
so far from Midwest plains
to settle in bewilderment
A NEW DAY
clear blue sky except for
a silverfish-sized, rumbling airplane
early in summer’s
Beneath dark clouds gathering
a sparrow walks, shivering,
circling in the mud of winter—
his wing a broken splinter.
He’s unable to fly into spring.
—Carol Louise Moon
Clarity roams about,
a cloud on the horizon filled with
doubt and impending illumination
while one saunters through
the gloom of uncertainty.
A circus clown felt gravely ill
And decided to make out his will
He doesn’t have much
Some gag props and such
But he’ll sure leave some big shoes to fill
five clones of Full Flush
the celebrity sire of
can you imagine working
as a bull-semen broker?
5-Word Phrase Poem
Now and not later
Learn to pause and reflect
From your life’s work.
Your duties will always be there.
Mistakes can be overcome.
Poetry is a puppet-show, where riders of skyrockets and divers of sea fathoms gossip about the sixth sense and the fourth dimension.
—Medusa, with our thanks to Placerville's Carol Louise Moon for gathering together these Missouri writers who have written poems in five-line forms. We hope these poets will come back and share more of their work with us in the near future! Our flower photos suggest that Spring is closer than you think—I already have paperwhites in my yard.
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
email@example.com. We post
work from all over the world, including
that which was previously published.
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!