Monday, December 30, 2013

Unseasonably Warm Winter Days

Warm weather,
no sweater.

Play in the sun,
perfect for a run.

Wrong season,
spring teasin'.

Will it be cold later?
Global warming hater.

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Cat and Mouse

'Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the house
you could hear the cat purring,
he had just eaten a mouse.

The mouse lounged lazily
in the fat cat's belly
contemplating his fate,
which was rather smelly.

"This situation's no good,
I don't want to be here.
If I don't get out soon
I'll miss Christmas this year."

The mouse got on his four paws.
He swayed and he wiggled.
The more the mouse danced,
the more the cat giggled.

Between purrs and giggles,
the cat was convulsing.
The mouse's dance moves
had cat's belly pulsing.

Finally the cat couldn't take it,
he gave a lurch and a gack.
Out shot the mouse,
who landed on his back.

Mouse picked himself up
and zipped through the door.
He was home for Christmas,
he couldn't ask for anything more.

The cat on the other hand
was unbelievably tired.
He slept through Christmas
and from mouse hunting he retired.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

New Dog, Old Trick

I am hungry,
but have to wait.
Feels like forever
since I ate.

How long you ask?
About an hour!
Need more than kibble -
got no willpower.

I nibble the couch,
the people yell.
Then suddenly
I smell THE smell.

A fresh rawhide!
They fell for my trick.
I eat furniture
and get a treat quick.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Last Minute Shopping

I rush,
I scurry.
I shop,
I worry.

A want?
A need?
Something to wear,
something to read?

Pressure's on,
money's tight.
Over socks,
I saw a fight!

Seven days
until the Eve,
this store
I wanna leave.

Monday, December 16, 2013

Saturday, December 14, 2013

Who Am I?

I have eight legs,
all of them hairy.
Harmless to people,
but some think me scary.

I creep out at night,
crawling from my burrow.
I eat insects,
I'm very thorough.

My skeleton is
on the outside.
I molt when I grow,
folks think I've died.

Who am I?

Friday, December 13, 2013

Counting Sheep

I'm so tired,
I can not sleep.
Wide awake,
I count sheep.

One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
Counting sheep
can be a bore.

I'm still tired,
I count once more,
until the sheep
are at the door.

One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
Counting sheep
is such a chore.

My eyes droop,
my ears thrum.
Counting sheep
is getting dumb.

I want sleep,
I close my eyes.
I start to snooze

One bah,
two baahhs,
three baaahhhs,
I fall asleep
upon the floor.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Rain in the Woods

Drops plop,
puddles fill.
Frogs hop,
peepers trill.

Newts scoot
across the trail.
On leafy boats
fire ants sail.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Seasonal Closet Changes

tank tops
sleeveless shirts
sun dresses
flowered skirts

put up
put away
winter clothes
out today

wool skirts

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Alternate Transportation

Driving when it's wet
makes me sweat.

Cars still jet,
but I won't fret.

I'll avoid the threat
by walking my pet.

Rain coat on, I'm set.
Exercise I get.

I'll even bet
this is the best day yet.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Monday, December 2, 2013

Self Talk

The glowing green light
of the smoke alarm
is here to protect me
not to do me harm.

I tell myself this
every single night
to keep myself
from nightly fright.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Best of Show

Petite paws
heel, trot, stop
Fur long,
like a mop.

Tail held high,
Ears perked up,
Show Doggy.

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Who is Coming for Dinner?

The farmer's acting quirky,
And a little bit jerky.
His wife is acting perky -
Her smile is very smirky.
I fear my future's murky...
I found out dinner's turkey!

Happy Thanksgiving?

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Sunday, November 24, 2013

After the Rain

tip toe
gutter flow
after the rain

soggy soil
strolling toil
after the rain

worms creep
wrens cheep
after the rain

breathe clean
future's green
after the rain

Saturday, November 23, 2013

November is for Adoption, Too!

When the air chills
on November days,
we busy ourselves
in thankful ways.

During this month
another option
is celebrating
the joys of adoption.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Seasonal Fallout

The autumn trees
with color -
orange, yellow, red.  

The fallout 
to the ground.
I stomp,
and crunch
my way
the season -
until all the leaves 
take their leave 
and the branches 
are bare.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Mellow Man

He makes a point
to slow down.
He breathes deep
and looks around.

He stays alert
and aware,
keeps his life
real and rare.

But pressures
make it hard.
Inner peace
he must guard.

When he sleeps
and eats good food,
he becomes
a Zen dude.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Moving Day

Box after box
into the truck.
Last is the couch -
oh no, it's stuck!

Slide, stack, and wedge -
everything's in.
At the new house
unpacking begins.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Bed Bouncing

I bounce
real high
when I try
to touch the sky
instead I cry
and scream, "why?"
because I
smacked my thigh.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Looking At Me Looking At You

I opened the blinds
and got a surprise,
a brown grasshopper's
staring me in the eyes.

Clinging to the screen
with all of his might,
not sure who had
the bigger fright.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Honor Our Veterans

are the ones 
who put country first 
despite their fears, 
the danger, 
the odds.  

Honor our Veterans 

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Crazy Eights

Dealer deals
seven cards.
Getting eights
is really hard.

I pick and pick
then discard.
Mom and I
playing cards.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

An Unexpected Encounter

A curve in the path
opens into a

A coyote and I
lock eyes
to be standing
two feet apart.

After our mutual
"oh my" moment
we look away
then depart
in opposite directions.

We check
over our shoulders
to see that
the other species
to retreat
until we are too far
to see each others eyes.

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

RIP Jack O'Lantern

I have dark spots,
my mouth now droops.
My flesh and skin
has turned to goop.

I'm not a zombie,
my name is Jack.
I used to shine bright,
now my guts are black.

In the compost heap
I currently sit.
I'm decomposing

Soon I will be
mixed into the ground
helping next year's crop
become plump and round.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Unexpected Weather

Trashcan banged,
a blustery gust.
Steady rain
smoothing dust.

midnight storm.
In November,
not the norm.

Friday, November 1, 2013

Mortimer Minute for Poetry Friday

Huge thank you to Linda Baie at Teacher Dance for tagging me in The Mortimer Minute Children's Poetry Blog Hop!  She also happens to be the host of this week's Poetry Friday Roundup! Hop on over and nibble on some amazing poetry!

Started by children's poet and author Janet Wong several week's ago, I get to enjoy Mortimer's company this week, soothing his sore belly after a night of Trick-or-Treating.  Here's another carrot, Dear Mortimer...

I'm supposed to answer one question from the person who tagged me (Linda) then add two of my own.  Finally, I will tag another blogger and Mortimer will be on his way..

The question I chose to answer from Linda's Hop is: "What is one funny poem you can recite that you use for children?"

I love the following poem both for it's lay out on the page (screen) and its repeated use of "bit". Mortimer approved of my choice...

by  Mary Ann Hoberman

   A rabbit
A little bit
An itty-bitty
   Little bit of beet
    Then bit
        By bit
        He bit
Because he liked the taste of it

My questions:
Why do you post a poem EVERYday?

In a word: practice.  I am trying to improve my skills and the best way to do this is by practicing my skills.  I am not always successful with my poetry, but once in a while I create a gem. By posting my poetry daily on a blog I am held accountable to my small, but loyal, group of readers. *waves and mouths thank you to each and everyone of you*

Are your poems autobiographical and/or about your family?

I am actually asked this question a lot. Sometimes they are about me and/or my family (though the names have been changed) and sometimes they are just random streams of my consciousness. Once I wrote a poem about a child getting a huge snarl in her hair and she has to get a haircut. After I posted that poem I had several family members asking if it was about one of my girls who have VERY long hair (down to their waist). It wasn't, it was just a funny thought I had one day.

That's it for my part of the HOP, now I pass Mortimer and his stash of carrots to...   
Little Willow!
Little Willow is a bookseller, writer, actress, and webdesigner, among other things.  At her blog, Bildungsroman, you'll find her book review, exclusive interviews with authors, and booklists galore.  Wondering where does her blog get its name? defines a bildungsroman as "a novel whose principal subject is the moral, psychological, and intellectual development of a usually youthful main character." And though her blog has an emphasis on YA fiction, LW also reads and reviews books for younger audiences as well as adults.  Drop by sometime!

Rock the Rock Webdesign:


Thursday, October 31, 2013

It's All About the Candy

Most trick or treaters
are big time eaters
of good ol' Halloween candy.

Whether they be witches
or ghouls with stitches,
as doorbell ringers they're dandy.

Imagine my fright
on Halloween night
when my candy bowl is bare!

I rush to the store,
buy Snickers and more.
It's expensive, but I don't care.

Let the doorbell ring,
to the door I bring
more candy than will fit in my bowl.

Each trick or treater
is that much sweeter
because of the candy I dole.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Unfamiliar Feeling

My arm hairs
stand on end.

Bumps stretch
across my flesh.

I actually need to
wear a sweater.

And pants.

What is this feeling?

Could it be
that I am cold?

Monday, October 28, 2013

I Spoke the Truth

I spoke up,
I spoke out,
now I am
freaking out.

Am I in trouble?
Are you mad?
Did my words
make you sad?

Phew, you're smiling...
big relief!
You won't give me
any grief?

I just said
what was true,
just like friends
should always do.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Splish the Fish

Splish the fish
swims swish, swish.

After a week
he's strong, not weak.

Hope he stays alive
and continues to thrive.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Thursday, October 24, 2013

What Month Is It?

Got a big surprise
at the store today.
Looking for costumes
I found Christmas displays.

I searched the aisles
for ghosts and ghouls,
instead all I found
were Christmas jewels.

I looked for pumpkins,
but found lighted trees.
Festive ornaments
instead of bulk candy.

What month is it?
October, right?
Then why is Santa
giving me a fright?

Stores seem confused by
the calendar dates.
Buying for Halloween?
It's already too late.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Wee Wednesday Weader: Spontaneous Parent Story

 Today's "Weader" is me, but I'm not "weading" a poem, but rather sharing a story.  Below is my Spontaneous (Planned) Story of how I became a Mom, twice.  I performed my story on October 3rd  at Odyssey Storytellers here in Tucson, AZ in front of a live audience.  It's about 6 minutes long...please disregard my not so flattering image on the video, but instead tune into the story and the storytelling.They are what is important. :)

Monday, October 21, 2013

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Sweet Nothings for my Sweet on Sweetest Day

Come here, Tootsie (Roll),
let me give you a Kiss!
I love you more
than all the Starbursts
in the Milky Way!

I'll never Snicker at
your Whopper laugh.
Your smile gives me
(Almond) Joy!

Please don't Skittle away
from my Butterfingers.
It makes my heart
Krackle and Crunch when
you act like a Baby (Ruth).

You are as sweet
as a Bit O' Honey. 
Let's run off to 5th Avenue
on Pay Day and leave
Mr. Goodbar and those
3 Musketeers behind!

Happy Sweetest Day, My Sweet!

Friday, October 18, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Contemplative Child

She stares off
to the left,
eyes unfocused,
mouth set.

Is she bored?

Or is she thinking
deeper thoughts
than we give her
credit for?

Monday, October 14, 2013

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Friday, October 11, 2013

Vegetable or Decoration?

Shiny gourds,
heaped upon
the red,
and orange
fabric leaves
down the center
of our table
reminds visitors
of the season,
warts and all.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Cold Foot

Woke up late,
one step behind.
My left shoe
I can not find.

On the bus
in one sock,
driver's in
a state of shock.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Dawn Patrol

Propane ignites,
balloons take flight.
Glowing light,
amazing sight!

Today's poem is inspired by the Albuquerque Balloon Fiesta Dawn Patrol...the first line of balloons that take flight just before sunrise. Truly an amazing sight!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Caution: Snail Crossing

Look here
a slimy smear
my walk.

Look here
a slimy smear,
I step - CRUNCH -
and balk.

Look here
a slimy smear,
I crouch down
to gawk.

Look here
a slimy smear,
cracked shell behind
a stalk.

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Decidely Dirty

On my belly,
between my toes,
messy globs
on my clothes.

Under my nails,
on the floor,
Mom barely let me
through the door.

A hot shower
with bubbly soap,
I'm finally clean,
now mom can cope.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Homework Time

Gotta finish
my homework.
If I don't
I'll go berserk.

Math, spelling,
social studies -
when I'm done
time for buddies.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013


Look out,
Mom's mad.
On the prowl
for anything bad.


Steer clear,
let her pass.
Keep quiet,
do not sass.

she calms down.
A big smile
replaced her frown.

Monday, September 30, 2013

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Early Birds


early morning
avian symphony
a cacophony
playing just for me

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Friday, September 27, 2013

Must. Have. Coffee.

Window blinds tapped,
kept me awake.
Being "with it"
I'll have to fake.

"Want some coffee?"
I do today!
2 cups to think,
1 more to play.

Thursday, September 26, 2013



A challenging day
just by its
within the week.

I feel good to
make it past
- Hump Day -
 but I'm still not
yet to Friday
- the gateway to
the weekend.


Always landing
the middle and the end
of the week.

Every week.

I will try
to make it through


Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Sword Master

I fire
and forge.
I form
a sword.

I hammer
hot steel.
The thumping
I feel.

I end
my day
with fun
sword play.

Gargantuan thank you to this week's "Weader", Tony, and his brother, Andy, for sharing their mad blacksmithing skills! Cool...or hot if you are standing in front of that oven!

Monday, September 23, 2013

Cool Air

Woke to
a chill,
a crispness,
I feel.

Weather change,
sun's angle shifts,
with Autumn
my spirits lift.

Friday, September 20, 2013

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Puppy Jump

What is that lump,
that blankety bump,
with a furry rump?
Puppy jump!

Puppy hugs and whisker kisses to this week's "Weader", Smidgey, for letting the world in on her blanket and cheese habit! (Special thanks to dog handler/poetry helper, Joe, for voicing the poem.) Woof!

Monday, September 16, 2013

Monday Morning Mishaps

Woke up late,
missed the bus.
Dad drove me
with a great fuss.

At school I see
I have no lunch.
Teacher gave me
carrots to munch.

Can't wait to say
goodbye to today,
then Monday will be
a week away.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Blabber Mouth

When she 
let the cat out of the bag
the can of worms 
burst open
causing her to 
spill the beans.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Doll Friend

With bright eyes
and a button nose,
my doll and I
wear similar clothes.

My doll is my friend,
though she is a toy.
Playing with her
brings me much joy.

I whisper my secrets
or we drink tea.
My special doll
is perfect for me.

Epic thank you to this week's :Weader", Maureen, who truly is a "living doll"!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Friday, September 6, 2013

Cat-astrophe Limerick

There were two kittens who
Liked to sleep in my shoe.
Sidled toe to heel,
Not sure the appeal.
My foot caused a loud mew.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": American Born Aussie

I was born in the U.S.,
But grew up in Oz.
I speak English,
But people pause.
They don't understand
What I've just said.
Their puzzled looks
I always dread.

Colossal thank you to this week's "Weader", Nathan, for being the American Born Aussie that he is with the COOL accent! G'day mate!

Monday, September 2, 2013

Happy Labor Day!

No school today,
We have a day to play,
All because it's Labor Day!
Who's Mr. Labor anyway?
And how'd he score this holiday?
I'm thankful either way...
A day off school is A-OK!

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Belted Serpent

Half coiled,
the scales of the braided leather
are camouflaged
in the weave of the carpet.

I don't realize
the danger of
the bedroom floor terrain
until it is too late -

The bucklemouth
my foot.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Impatient Patient

I am early,
Dentist is late.
Dumb magazines
Are my fate.

 Mouth wide open,
Cheek and gum numb.
Maybe those magazines
Weren't so dumb.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weaders": Police Pair (A Poem in Two Voices)

Call 9-1-1
I answer the phone

                                      You may meet me
                                       In a speed zone
                We work to help you.
                                        And keep the peace.
We are here for you.
                We are the police.

Huge THANK YOU to this week's "Weaders", Bill and Christina, for being excellent police department employees and wonderful "weaders"!

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Monday, August 26, 2013

Crickets in the Kitchen

Crickets in the kitchen -
Under there?
I hear them here
And everywhere!

Flashlight drawn,
I check around.
I'll keep looking
'Til they're found.

Incessant chirping -
I can't sleep!
But by sunrise,
Not a peep...

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Book Bookmark

Book in book,
That's how I roll.
"You'll break the spine!"
Mom's so droll.

I look closely...uh-oh,
The spine is cracked.
Maybe Mom's right?
I give my head a smack!

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Friday, August 23, 2013

Three Little Words

"I am sorry" is just
water mist
between two people -
one waits for amends,
the other, forgiveness.

The apology means
without both.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": Back to School Blues

Homework stress,
Deadline dread.
Do test scores matter
When I'm dead?

Monumental thank you to this week's "Weader", Colleen, for taking time out of her studying to share a glimpse into her world of academia.  :o)

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Late Night Laps

the glowing ripples.

heavy breathing
are the only 
coming from 
the sleek 
the liquid blue.

Back and forth.

Up and back.

Night swimming.

Friday, August 16, 2013


The school parking lot 
is deserted -
not a car, 
teacher or child
to be seen. 

Except her. 
  A hunched form 
behind the planter, 
shadowed and forlorn.
 My daughter
whom I've kept
I roll to the curb.
She gets in
without a word
and we drive
to the ice cream shop.

  We share
a Chocolate Chip

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Red Ripe Who Am I

I wear a green beret,
With a stem tassel.
I'm a dimpled fellow,
Eaten without hassle.

When ripe I'm red,
Sticky, juicy, sweet.
High in Vitamin C,
I'm great to eat.

Who am I?

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

Doll Timeout

My new doll
Is so small
I hide it
Under my shawl.

Took it to school,
Which I thought was cool,
But my teacher didn't -
Guess I'm the fool.

Now I pout,
Doll's on timeout.
Mom's gonna be mad
When she finds out.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

The Overnight Low Is the Runner's High

crisp air 
pushes against 
my face, 
my arms, 
and my bare legs. 

Goosebumps form, 
a tingly sensation.
They egg me on,
"Get moving already." 

are long 
as the sun barely 
peeks over the mountains 
allowing just enough 
light to jog.  

willing myself to start, 
I find my rhythm 
and jog through 
the morning's 
lowest temperatures. 

My goosebumps 
morph to beads 
of sweat.  

before the day 
has barely begun. 

Friday, August 9, 2013

August June Bug

Across the path,
Square and stout.
June bug rumbles,
Green wings shout.

Among insects,
He looks a thug -
A big scary
Humvee bug.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weaders": We Are Dancers (A Poem in Two Voices)

We wiggle,
                                                  Our arms swing.
We giggle,
                                                   Our feet fling.
We bend deep
                                                  And stretch big.
We skip, leap,
                                                   And do a jig.
Our hips twist,
                                                    We love to prance.
                       We raise our fists,
                       We love to dance!
 Massively HUGE thank you to this week's "Weaders", Alexa and Emily, for dancing their way into our hearts. These are two MAD talented dancing sisters!

Friday, August 2, 2013

Fruity Question

Dressed in
or red,
I compliment
a variety
of bread.

I am firm,
and sweet.
I'm the perfect
lunchbox treat.

Who am I?

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": An Interview With Ms. Bamboo

Q: How do you do, Ms. Bamboo?
A: Very well, thank you!

Q: What's new with you?
A: Well, I grew...and grew...and grew.

Q: So, all day, what do you do, Ms. Bamboo?
A: I do enjoy this view.

Q: Tell me, Ms. Bamboo, have you ever been blue?
A: No, actually, I've always been a green hue.

Q: Thank you, Ms. Bamboo, for helping me with this interview.
A: You are welcome! Toodle-ooo!

BIG thank you to this week's "Weader", Ms. Bamboo, voiced by the mastermind behind the concept of interviewing a plant, Maureen! And huge thanks to Joe, for asking Ms. Bamboo the thought provoking interview questions. Who would have thought a plant would have so much to say...and in rhyme?

Monday, July 29, 2013

Hatchling Love

Mama dove,
A feathered puff
Hides her chicks
Of grey fluff.

Day and night
She does stay,
'Til those chicks
Fly away.

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Knocked Down Nest

The nest
in the 
tangle of roots
at the base
of the tree
like a toupee
blown off
a bald man's head.

Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Wee Wednesday "Weader": A Cockatoo With An Attitude

I have a bird -
a cockatoo.
She's full of spunk
and attitude.

Her name is
Captain Fluffy Pants.
She is naughty
despite our rants.

Her squawks and screams
she punctuates.
Her raucous racket
we tolerate.

Fluffy Pants
can be a tease
when she steals
my keyboard keys.

But her favorite spot
is on MY shoulder,
because I'm the one
that she lets hold her.

Gigantic thank you to this week's "Weaders" Andy and his bird, Captain Fluffy Pants! Boy, does she have an attitude! *squawk*
(And special thanks to Tony for his mad editing skills!)

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Jet Weaver

Jet airplanes
gauzy white
the blue expanse
of the daytime sky -
their high performance
serve as
their thread.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Babysitter Battle

She said, "No!"
And, "Go to bed!"
I said, "Yes!"
And stayed up instead.

She seems to think
I'm a baby,
But I'm the boss,
There is no maybe.

Friday, July 19, 2013

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Picky Pup

Napkin bulging,
the aroma of broccoli 
my hand,
my lap.
Pup sniffs once
and walks away.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Wee Wednesday WONKY: Mess

With great distress
I must confess
I couldn't finess
"Weader" success
Without internet access.
My apologies I stress.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Micro Superhighway

Tiny black dots
accelerate up
leafy onramps.
Antenna to bottom
they travel.
On twiggy overpasses
thousands of ants
and pass each other
speeding up
then braking -
in the endless
rush hour traffic.

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Books: The Spice of Life

Food tastes better
with a book,
especially when
Dad's the cook.

Characters enhance
the bland flavor.
A strong story arc
is a mealtime saver.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Pup's Seasonal Affect Disorder

My pup is S.A.D.

She lounges
in the slice of sunshine,
the pocket of warmth
in front of the sliding glass door
watching the lizards
dart and dash.

The air conditioning
is too much
for her summer coat,
the summer days
are too long
for her attention span.

Friday, July 12, 2013

Who Am I?

I am a clown,
But I know no jokes.
In orange and white,
I wear a scaled cloak.

I hide from
Various enemies
By living in
Wavy anemones.

Served on a dish,
I'm not delish,
I am a ______ ______!

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Puzzled by My Puzzle

I am
by the simplicity
of the complex.

          y shaped,
                               c     l      r      u
                                  o     o     f       l,

                                                     d -- o -- t -- t -- i -- n -- g
the floor
are a

taunt me
to unlock
their interlocked