hyde park poetry week 92, humor week 24

We rode in sorrow, with strong hounds three,
Bran, Sceolan, and Lomair,
On a morning misty and mild and fair.
The mist-drops hung on the fragrant trees,
And in the blossoms hung the bees.
We rode in sadness above Lough Lean,
For our best were dead on Gavra's green.


a poem by W. B. Yeats

short story slam week 123, 125, poetry and story inn fridays week 53, humor week 22

poetry form of 2018  (III): FATTN (Whersinz)


---Five and Twenty Two NZ
---5 lines and 22 words



a sample FATTN (WHERSINZ) poetry form is shown below
accoring to Lori Webster (II)


pause! look left!
see pat quinn mop wildcats,
See george bush turnpikes west teaxs
see tom wolfe preach Pittsburg,
Laugh! Write FATTN!


an additional sample by Mary Fallin


trust me, I transform
not because I am water
not because I am light
but because I am spring breeze
Listen, Write!!!