Thursday, June 26, 2008

4th Thursday! Patchwork Poems, Please!

Sorry for the delay! It's Thursday, and the 4th one, at that. From now until next Thursday, poets of all sizes & stripes are invited to post their patchwork poems, pieced together from this week's poetic offerings on summer.

Even if you didn't provdie a poem, please feel free to use the poems we ponied up to create your own cento.

Please note, Patchwork Poetry will be on a little vacation, so the next time to offer poems of your own for patchworking will be Thursday, July 17.

Hey! If you create a patchwork poem all on your own between now and then, go ahead and leave a link, right on this post!

Until Thursday, July 17, happy poem-ing!

4 comments:

lissa said...

here's mine patchwork
thy burning kiss

PDW said...

i have no idea why i can't keep up with this very reasonable schedule! i need an alarm clock or something. :)

gonna try to jump back in next time.

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