Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

(Some poems behave themselves… and then there are the wonderfully unruly ones. This little piece wandered in like a mischievous gnome, refusing to shrink no matter how many lemons, limes, spells, or syllables I threw at it. “Delightful Weird: The Shrinking Poem” is my playful attempt to chase down a shrinking idea that absolutely refused to cooperate — and had a lot of fun doing it.)

“Delightful Weird: The Shrinking Poem”

Well, well, – a shrinking poem,

Is it the same as a little gnome?

Or a ray gun that does the trick.

Maybe an old witch with a broken wand stick.

I love these titles, little do you know,

From shrinking poems to flowers that grow.

I can’t shrink, now, I’m now full grown;

My vocabulary’s stuck, so here I moan.

I can eat lemons and pucker tight,

Or squeeze a lime with all my might.

But do these make me shrink;

Or give me an idea to try or think?

Shrinking poem what count is you?

Too many syllables; how many are to few?

One less, two less, maybe three —

Now, I’m off driving, you will soon see.

Forward, back up, left or right,

This poem is weird — but a delight.

Yet it supposed to shrink, I think…

Maybe in hot water it will shrink.

Oh, to shrink a poem — is too hard to do.

I guess I’ll grab my hat and shoes.

I’m searching for that shrinking poem…

If I can’t find it, I’ll just, call a gnome…