Saturday, January 23, 2016

Lego My SnowPlow - An Ovillejo Thing

Images courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.  Public Domain.  Edited for content.

On this very blizzardly (is that a word?) day, I decided to write a few more Ovillejo poems.  Over at Poetic Asides, the prompt this week was to write a Persona Poem.  I penned two of them, with two very different voices.  That should, hopefully explain the weird, doctored picture, above.

Ovillejo for a Snow Plow Driver

The snow was piling high.
That’s why
with plow, I soon ‘decapped’
(it snapped!)
some mailbox from its post,
The owner yelled, “You’re toast!”
He witnessed my mistake.
I didn’t swerve or brake.
That’s why it snapped, almost.


Mom Who Steps on a Lego Piece in Her Bare Feet

O anguish on my rug! 
It dug
into my poor bare sole,
a hole
that was quite vast, it seemed.
I screamed.
Yes, Legos double teamed.
But what can you expect?
My foot was sorely wrecked!
It dug a hole.  I screamed.


And now, I guess I'll go back to bingewatching television.  Stay warm, dry and safe.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Shopping Around

Fashion Store by August Macke/December 31, 1913/Public Domain per Wikimedia Commons

I was informed, and rightly so, that I made a structural error to my verse (see the first version, at the bottom of this post below.)  Now, I admit to breaking poetic rules on occasion, but you gotta know the rules to break 'em.  And 'though I've written a number of Ovijello poems in the past, I forgot a key/signature element to this form.  I humbly apologize for my careless error.  That's what comes from writing in haste when one is tired, and full of hubris.

Here is the revised version of my poem.

It’s in the Cards

My credit cards await
their fate
which is to spend the max
at Saks
and other fancy shops
with stops
to buy some shoes and tops,
a handbag, lipstick, jewels.
No limit and no rules.
Their fate at Saks, with stops…


My brilliant poet friend De Miller Jackson is currently curating the Ovillejo poem form at dVerse. It's a really fun but challenging form, and since she rather cleverly dropped my name over on Facebook with regard to such things, I decided to play along.

Here's my entry:


My credit cards await
their fate
which is to spend the max
at Saks
and other fancy shops
with stops
to buy some shoes and tops,
a handbag, lipstick, jewels…
No limit and no rules.
Ya gotta have your props.


Anyway, as you can see, I've obviously been away from my blog for a while, and whilst I make no promises presently, I figure it's all for creativity, and that is generally a very good thing.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

The Sweet 16 - Round 3

It's Voting Time Again!  I made it to Round 3!  It's fun!  It's challenging!  Come visit and vote!

Here's the link:
Thanks for your support!!!

Monday, March 16, 2015

March Madness 2015 - Round 2

I made it through Round 1!!!  Now, it's time for Round 2.  Please visit and vote for my poem, 'The Short Cut - An Aesop Fable.'  Thank you!!!

The current bracket - for Round 2

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

March Madness 2015

ThinkKidThink's March Madness 2015/my 1st round bracket
Hi there!  As you can see by the above picture, I managed to snag a spot amongst the 64 awesome 'authletes' who are competing in the bracketed kids' poetry competition of the year.

So, I need your help.  This is the link to my particular bracket.  Please visit it and vote for my poem. Thank you from the bottom of my sweet little poetic form fundament to the top of my perfectly coiffed (yeah, right!) metric & scansion head.

And while you are at it, I have a couple of talented friends who are in the running too - so please vote for their poems as well.  Damon Dean and Tiffany Strelitz Haber.

Thank you...thank you...thank you!!!

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Temptress of Cookies

Biscuits Lefèvre-Utile by Alphons Mucha, 1897/Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons/Public Domain

Temptress of Cookies

She proffers up a gilded plate.
I wonder, could this be her bait?
“Biscotti or a bourbon ball?”
Surrender!  I am in her thrall.
“Taste this cantucci di Prato.
Just one bite…”  I’ve won the Lotto!
Those Florentines!  I can’t forestall
surrender!  I am in her thrall.
She’s wicked.  She’s a temptress.  I’ve
just never felt so – S’mores! – alive!
Her schnecken’s my confectioned all.
Surrender!  I am in her thrall.
“Rochers à la noix de coco?
Petit fours?” She drives me loco!
She’s a Pfeffernüsse doll.
Surrender!  I am in her thrall. 

Notes:  The form is Kyrielle (yes, I love this form!)  The artwork which inspired this poem is by my favorite La Belle Epoque artist, Alphons Mucha.  Especially with the Girl Scout cookie season (yum!) well upon us, I thought this poem was kind of apropos.  And for more noisy treats, please check out the Phoenix Rising site.  And don't forget, Poetic Asides is serving up treats, too.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Reaction in Copper

Ludwik Misky, A girl plaiting her hair, 1916.  Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons/PublicDomain.


She watches.  A defiant glare.
She sighs, and then she pulls more hair
into the burnished copper braid.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
Some light streaks through a window slat
illuminating ginger plait
which shows one tendril'd lock has strayed.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
She brushes back the errant strand,
then glances at her empty hand
which soon will grasp a smallish blade.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.
And with a swipe, that auburn tress
falls to the floor. “Let them obsess
about the one who disobeyed.
She should be scared; she’s not afraid.

Notes:  Form: Kyrielle.  The poem was inspired by the above artwork.  When I first saw it, I thought that the girl in the picture was wary and very much wanted freedom, even if it came with a cost.  From that, she decided that the only way to get to that good and safe place would be to cut off her beautiful hair.