Poetry is the P in N-P-K

I think so, but just thought I'd throw Adelaide in there.

 

Hello Togata,

There is a great poem... compact but so full of wonderful imageries! Feel free to join our on-going "build-a-poem"!

 

Most certainly, HBL! let the games continue....

 

Then amidst the fallen leaves I find...

 

golden mushrooms, diamond-dazzled...

 

I reached out to stroke their umbrella heads when...

 

a crack of thunder startles me, and I feel someone watching me from behind a nearby tree.



: )

 

Cold rain seeps into my garden boots, and still those eyes watch..

 

I am terrified to think it could be...

 

A slime mold!

 

...or a squirrel, brightly noting each bulb I plant...

 

As I walk back to the house, I shudder to think...

 

that perhaps highly evolved slime molds from other planets have come to see . . .

 

my small patch of mulch as something to devour in an orgasmic frenzy of writhing, spore encrusted tentacles...

 

omg, it's Triffids!

 

and it has teamed up with the bulb-devouring squirrel to ...

 

destroy my wonderful buried Spring treasures that I so carefully planted!!!


: o

 

Hello everyone,

Thank you for participating in this collaborative poem now transformed into prose.. which is perfectly fine!! How about starting a new one? I invite anyone to open with the first line. :)

 

In a breathless summer, she walked down the moonpath on the silver sea, and placed a seed in my hand . . .

 

I was pleasantly surprised to see it was a banana seed, and I anxiously longed...

 

for the Summer sun to embrace it in warmth and love. So...

 

I raced back home to sow it with love and hopes, imagining...

 

its new green leaves, stretching sunward and

 

luscious ripe bananas hanging in big bunches. Then,

 

came fall, stroking my garden with tentacles of chill mist. It diamonded the spider webs for me, but said softly, "Be . . .