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,

almost.

The owner yelled, “You’re toast!”

He witnessed my mistake.

I didn’t swerve or brake.
That’s why it snapped, almost.

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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.

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

Shopping Around

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

Edit:

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…

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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:

Props

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.

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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.