Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, April 11, 2011


image courtesy of Lauren Randolph
Girl with red shoes and green balloon
Saw you steal it from birthday party as you walked by fence
You also stole my heart
Please meet me for stale birthday cake
Friday, 8 p.m.
Same location
To return heart
Or give me yours in exchange
It only seems fair
Reply: Boy with white sneakers

The above is my first attempt at a Flash 55. 

submitted for One Shot Wednesday, Week 41 at One Stop Poetry


M. A. S. said...

What a unique way to look into a boy's mind!

Fireblossom said...

She'll have to think about it...


Anonymous said...

Yes! Boy with white sneakers will surely jump at the opportunity. If not, the boy with white sneakers and the girl with red shoes will both be feeling blue...isn't that patriotic? Not sure what flash 55 is but you did a good job on this.

Anonymous said...

your poems are simply wonderful...i have read others on your blog and i love the humor...your poem for today is clever and brilliant...and i still can't get over 'mouse droppings'...you are truly talented and i look forward to reading every poem you post...thanks for making me smile!!!

Lolamouse said...

janice-thank you so much! glad you're enjoying the blog!

Brian Miller said...

ha. too cute. big smiles.

Elaine said...

Oh how cute. Love the unique direction you went with this one. Love it!

Charlie Parant said...

interesting write, I enjoy the approach you took to this...I don't know what Flash 55 is either.

gautami tripathy said...

I liked this!

finding dreams for you

Bubba said...

Nicely done! A cute tale.

Ginny Brannan said...

How clever and fun this is! I love the perspective of doing this like an ad notice. Good one!

Jannie Funster said...

Cake, did someone say cake? Even stale -- I'm crashing that hopeful date party!!