I remember the smell of fresh popped popcorn,
frogs flipping onto lily pads but mostly into water,
and the evil looking clowns drinking from water guns.
I wish to forget the sound of the organ grinder,
the sound of coins clinking against metal, and
the feel of being shot. But not the lesson learned.
Never trust a monkey wearing a top hat carrying a pocketbook.
yet again i toy with the sevenling and the elusive 'power of three'. i truly thought i had left this form behind. i realize i own this form much thanks; it is the form that got me started in the exploration of different forms. but still have my reservations about the rules. anyway here is my attempt at a more 'mysterious, offbeat, disturbing effort. inspiration for toying with this form again came from Poetic Asides' challenge. inspiration for the content came from a time long ago when i was a teen creating my first profile. it asked for a quote and while i'd guessed they were looking for something well-known, i came up with my own. it follows me to this day and can be found at the footer of this blog.