I used to write poetry daily. In fact, for a while, it became quite an obsession. I also delved deeply into songwriting — the musical side of poetry. But I gave it all up in favor of sanity, long ago.

Lately I’ve dabbled at a bit of poetry, for the fun of it. I’m not diving into the deep end of the Mariana Trench this time.

A few weeks ago I wrote some limericks for a contest. Here’s what I came up with: The Irish Story of Frank Martin and the Fairies, Retold in Limericks.

Today I wrote an autobiographical prose-poem, free-verse style: A Baby Boomer Defines Life After World War II.