(Not sure what Poetry Friday is? Renée at No Water River gives a great explanation here.)
I am at once excited (welcome to my blog, I dusted the joint just for you),
nervous (what if my blog smells or worse, my poetry stinks?),
and down right terrified (what if the link-thingy doesn't work?).
Now that you are here, I will put my fears aside and do my best to be a fearless hostess.
But first a poem about...fear.
FEAR (the other 4-letter F-word)
spilled salt
open umbrella
black cat passing
unlucky fella
broken mirror
under a ladder
Friday the 13th
nothing sadder
except for fear
ruling your life
superstitions
only cause strife
Fun fact: paraskevidekatriaphobia means fear of Friday the 13th. Who knew?
Never fear, the round up HERE: