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Trying Me Some Tanka

Posted on July 30, 2017 by RobbieAnnLewis

Thanks to Jem Croucher’s reply to Charles Robert Lindholm’s poetic plea for help with his haiku addiction, I have a new wordy thing to play with…the Tanka. More syllables to fill but still a challenge. See what you think (yes, … Continue reading →

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Lune-y Lundi — Moon and Lune day!

Posted on April 10, 2017 by RobbieAnnLewis

Lune-y Lundi is my Monday indulgence — both a celebration of the poetic form known as Lune (similar to the Haiku) and my fascination with the heavenly body for which this day w as named. Dig that crazy beat! Line … Continue reading →

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A Haiku

Posted on May 7, 2014 by RobbieAnnLewis

While passing through East Texas a few weeks ago (mid April), I wrote this poem.  I believe it qualifies as a traditional Haiku… “Wedge of Sky”    by Robbie Lewis Lowe East Texas two-lane; wedge of blue and white above … Continue reading →

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Freaky-Friday: Ghost in the Greenhouse.

Posted on October 25, 2013 by RobbieAnnLewis

Revision-Robbie would have held this one up till midnight if I hadn’t wrested it from her clutches. I apologize for tardiness, but here’s my offering for this week’s Freaky-Friday luncheon: GHOST IN THE GREENHOUSE by Robbie Lewis Lowe We took … Continue reading →

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Here Comes Freaky-Friday and Halloween.

Posted on October 24, 2013 by RobbieAnnLewis

Halloween is right around the corner!  I live in Central Texas.  Winter here is basically autumn punctuated every week or two with a two to four day blast of arctic air intrusion.  Autumn began a little earlier than I expected, with … Continue reading →

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A freaky-Friday poem for your amusement…

Posted on October 4, 2013 by RobbieAnnLewis

“What On Earth Am I Going To Do, Mother?” a weird poem by Robbie Lewis Lowe I bolted the doors and shuttered the windows, hid my head in my pillows — but, Mother dear, it’s all in vain. They see … Continue reading →

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