I Don't Know What Came Over Me

Then There Was The Time I Lost My Mind for a Month

What is it?

  • This site the fault of Leslee and Patry, via Qarrtsiluni.

    Here's the premise:

    Every day, Dictionary.com publishes a Word of the Day. I will display it here. If I like the word, I will try to come up with a poem using it by the end of the day. If you like the word, go ahead and write your own poem and post it in the comments, also by the end of the day, if you can.

    While you are here, please play nicely with others. Spam will be summarily deleted, as will anything obviously abusive or malicious in my opinion. Also, please note that everything written here remains the intellectual property of whoever wrote it. Therefore, you are not allowed to copy or republish anything here unless whoever wrote the bit you want to use tells you in writing that it's okay.

    Problems? Comments? Write to me, Sara, at SaraArts dot com.

    Have fun with this!

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Like a diminutive hummingbird
She buzzes from table to table
How ya doin' today, hon? Good to see you!
What can I get you?

How's sweetie today? Look at you,
aren't you getting tall! You're taller than me, now!

Order up!
She hums continuously as she flies.
More coffee? Can I get you some pie?

Where's your sister today?
Oh, not feeling well? I'm sorry, hon,
maybe she'll be feeling better tomorrow.
You tell her Joni asked after her.

You shoulda seen this fellow the other day.
He was trying to order me from across the room,
while he was talking on his cell phone!
She mimes the man's beckoning finger, other hand to her ear.
Of all the nerve!
You know what I said?
She draws her finger sharply across her neck,
That's what I told him.
Then he told me he wanted to speak to the owner.
So I says, 'You are!'
She laughs and shakes her head.
Some people these days. Honestly.

What's it going to be today —
Let me guess, grilled cheese sandwich on whole wheat?
Of course I remember, I remember when you were a baby!


Oh, Moose, I love it! I love her! I know her! (Doesn't everybody?)

I'm still working on mine, which is -- predictably -- on a totally other subject (but not my cat).


I can't wait!


the loquacity of insects
humming the night alive

Nice image! "knit the afternoon a texture" also among the several phrases that struck me.

What fun to read your poems, Sara. I'm glad you are doing this, and I am glad I get to share some of it with you. (And I still think you are incredibly brave to take on the weekends.)


I like "loquacity of insects," but not "loquacious insects." Isn't that weird?

I do hope that when you work up "real poems" (your term), you'll share them, as well. There are such gems of insight in these poems (Moose's too), waiting to be cut & polished!

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