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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and other useless
crooked roads
Love that phrase.
You're brave to attempt this on weekends!


Thanks, Moose. It's good for my brain to at least try.


Pawprinted or pawcuffed! Hee. :-)


heh heh -- Rachel, I have to confess: I was thinking a little of a certain beleaguered former congressman who's been in the news a bit lately when I wrote that.

But yeah, can you imagine if there were a criminal justice system for cats? I can envision mugshots, taped outlines of knocked over houseplants, evidence bags full of clawed upholstery clippings, tiny, tiny little cuffs and orange jumpsuits... The loss of dignity would be its own punishment, but it wouldn't be an effective one, for the rate of recidivism, not to mention revenge crimes, would be enormous.

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