Dear Readers,
Our humble little Open-Source Poetry experiment continues, and it’s clear that you’ve all been enjoying this opportunity to collaborate. It’s because of your efforts that a wonderful prickly new poem is being born, and we love it!
Seriously, we’re floored by the contributions we’ve received so far. So many of them! And so creative! Thank you so much for playing with us. We hope you enjoy the line we’ve chosen. It was written by none other than artsychick82. Your contribution was precisely what we needed!
So, to everyone else, welcome to the next round! We can’t wait to be surprised by your unexpected word wizardry. We can’t wait to have our socks knocked off then knocked back on again! Go nuts, Dear Readers! Bristle! Crackle with invention! Buzz!
Oh, and for those that require a little refresher of how this all works…
1) We provide the next line of the poem.
2) You write the following line.
3) You submit your line via the comments section of this very post.
4) We pick the line we like most and add it to the poem.
5) We publish every line to date in a follow-up post.
6) Steps 1-5 are repeated until we have a masterpiece!
Let’s keep the madness going!
What if I said sorry for saying sorry all the time?
Or should I just give you a baby porcupine?
Alas, it will be one and the same outcome
Saying sorry results with quills in your bum
From now on I will change my approach 
by TETIANA ALEKSINA, TONY SINGLE, PHOENIX RISEN & ARTSYCHICK82
© All rights reserved 2017
unbolt me 
From now on I will change my approach
And make the pine and quill my coach
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Nice submission. Thank you! 😀
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Instead of my rocket, I’ll come in my coach.
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Ha! Nice one, Peter! 😀
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Instead of sorry, to my love may I apologize by simple approach.
Or
As fate’s wild windy hand reached up then blowing off my cloche.
On a rhyming roll. So to speak.
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Gotta go with the flow, am I right? 😀
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From the tightly rolled leaves we smoke until the ash leaves just a roach.
Get it? My little play on cockroach without the yuck! I’m sensitive since down in miami Where I spent 25 years of my life the cockroaches became so large they could defend themselves and fly!
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Ooh! I see what you did there! Very clever! Thank you, Ilene! (And, yes, flying cockroaches flip me the fudge out!) 😀
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And only give you a baby cockroach
I love this idea! 😆👍
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It seems to be a favourite so far, doesn’t it? 😛
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Even though my thoughts have been always above reproach!
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Ha! Nice one, Sonni. Thank you! 😀
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Let the witches of Solum be my coach ! 😊
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Nice one, Michaela! 😉
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Instead I will give you a fully grown cockroach
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Cocroaches? Brrr! 😛
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As i would not, squish yet still you run, oh dont make me, still you dare to stare and challenge me to use that pan, come in bring it on, you cockroach.
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Holy moly! It’s full-on warfare! 😛
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Interactive poetry. Like HaikuJAM but on a bigger scale and judging. I love this
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Aw, thanks, Dave! Please feel free to join in too! 😀
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