a poem in my pocket

“Why IS a raven like a writing desk?” Perhaps a riddle worth contemplating. I think it has something to do with “black as ink” but would love to hear YOUR answer while we celebrate our unbirthdays. However, if you are looking for your basketball, it’s not here…sorry, no need to be RUDE.

The mad hatter’s question NEVER gets answered at the progressive tea party, not by ALICE nor the march hare. Yes, wonderland is full of unsolved riddles, supposes the POET, who came here quite by accident in alice’s pocket. Incidentally, said “poet” arrived in february, not march, anyway.

Is this blog titled “poet in her pocket” OR “poem in yours”? It can all be QUITE confusing, considering the allusion to and illusion of mr. lewis carroll himself. Of course, ingesting pills is NOT necessary for living in a dormouse’s dream. You only need to use your imagination, dear, but sipping TEPID tea helps.

riddle me in march

red hat, purple poetry

sipping chai tea dreams

Frank Tassone hosts haibuns. Check out dVerse poets and my “about” page to learn more 🙂

music of universe

23 Mar 2026 10 Comments

by lynn__ in quadrille Tags: music, ocean, stars, surf, waves

Today is quadrille Monday at the poets pub where Lillian calls for “silence”.

twilight walks along beach as
wild breakers come crashing in
unpredictable, yet regular rhythm.

out-loud ocean overpowers, while
leaving salty foam, capsized shells,
strands of seaweed in its wake.

distant stars silently appear,
blinking at watery tempest below;
can anyone hear their celestial song?

human nature

18 Mar 2026 4 Comments

by lynn__ in senryu

discontented hearts

ungrateful for good blessings

always wanting more

paint me happy

17 Mar 2026 2 Comments

by lynn__ in haiku Tags: daisies, mood, warm, happy, cheer, cool

amazin’ daisies

greet world with warm cheerfulness

cool blue moods subdued

https://carolinestreetblog.wordpress.com/2026/03/16/gerbera-daisy-art/

pyrotechnics

02 Mar 2026 20 Comments

by lynn__ in haibun Tags: comet, fire, gravity, orbit, planets, star

Frank Tassone hosts haibuns at dVerse Poets Pub and pays tribute to Tracy K. Smith’s “Life on Mars” poetry collection.

*NASA photo of WR124 from James Webb Space Telescope (2023)*

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You left me here, frozen in time on a barren planet. It’s colder in your absence, yet life keeps spinning with no fixed lunar calendar. Grief’s comet cycles round as it crosses into my orbit in ever lengthening, less frequent ellipses. I ponder memorable views as it burns across thin atmosphere.

Now I play the sun in others’ galaxy; these bright planets circle me with their many moons. I smile warmly at them as they pass, holding them in my gravity. I wonder if they realize I’m a slowly dying star; building up sufficient heat to explode brilliantly when the time comes.

universe on fire

venus and mars cross orbits

fresh new stars are birthed