The Lantern is a Japanese 5-line form shaped like a lantern with a syllable pattern of 1-2-3-4-1.
Month of Poetry – PLEASE COME – #Poem – #ASPCA
18 Jan
PLEASE COME
Someone, can you hear me,
Cry inside this shed?
When they first took me home,
I had a fancy bed.
It was Christmas time and,
To the pet store people came.
They hugged and cuddled me,
I even got a name!
But the holidays snuffed out.
Then the kids began to pout,
“Who’s gonna feed him?”
“Who’s gonna let him out?”
“I’m too little.” “I’m in a rush.”
“Figure it out,” Dad said.
When no one even bothered,
I wound up in this shed.
Someone, please pick me up,
And find a family,
Who’ll take the time, make a pledge,
Of responsibility.
Sure, it seems like fun,
Finding a pet under the tree.
But, some don’t take good care.
Please, come and rescue me!

Image – Sey Suomen
Why not start the year off right? Support the ASPCA or your local animal shelter today.
Month of Poetry – NIGHT – Lantern #Poem – #MoP14
17 JanNIGHT
Night’s
Repose
In calm dark
Sleeps a dreamer
Hush
I had hoped this wouldn’t happen, but the ultra-intensive, dream picture book writing course that I’m taking in conjunction with this and another challenge is beginning to demand more and more of my attention and hard work. I’ve waited so long to be able to take it and I’m learning so much in such a compact amount of time, that I just can’t let it take a back seat.
Usually, dashing off a children’s poem helps me unwind at the end of a day or first thing in the morning, but today I’ve got nothing.
I want to stay committed to this challenge though, so I hope you won’t mind if I post my most popular poems of the past here and there. I just wanted to give a heads up that if a poem sounds familiar…it probably is!
Thanks for understanding! :0)
Month of Poetry – Counting Claude – Children’s Poem
16 Jan
COUNTING CLAUDE
Claude counted numbers one by one,
Always having lots of fun.
He finished numbers, started over,
Counting blooms of fresh new clover.
When he tired of counting clover,
He ran to count on his dog Rover.
Attempting to total the spots on his face,
When Rover split to give fast chase.
The cat fled, scrambling cute ‘lil kittens,
Wearing soft and fluffy mittens.
The couch held twenty-four gloved paws,
Claude counted while detaching claws.
When dinner came, Claude counted peas.
He gulped them down in sets of threes.
He flopped in bed, dropped in a heap,
Of course, Claude started counting sheep.
Don’t ask. This one has driven me crazy!
Month of Poetry – Fine Fit – #Haiku – #MoP14 – #ScriptingChange
15 Jan
DU- I’m halfway through the Month of Poetry, and I’ve neglected to mention Seeing Past Sickness, a #charity project of #ScriptingChange…until now!
Here’s my Haiku…
Fine Fit
Fine from the outside-
Ailment goes unnoticed here
Peg no longer square

Image- etc dot usf dot edu