Showing posts with label Carl Sandburg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carl Sandburg. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2011

...and a few more thoughts pertaining to the world of arts and letters...

Some time later, after I posted that cute l'il bit of jotting below, two more wonderful sites provided further fodder for my fertile imagination.  Poets United Think Tank Thursday was looking for poems inspired by quotes and quotations, and Theme Thursday's prompt was books.

Taking that as her cue, my muse whispered, "Carl Sandburg," in my ear, and the rest is epigraph history.

Image courtesy of Pip Poetry
Clerihew for a Poet

I’ve written some poetry I don’t understand myself. ~Carl Sandburg

Thus, Carl Sandburg wrote,
(to paraphrase his quote)
“I don’t always ‘git it’
even if I writ it.”

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A Shore Thing*

A book is never a masterpiece; it becomes one. ~Carl Sandburg

There once was a woman named Snooki
who was kind of an arts/letters rookie.
But she got a book deal
which I still find surreal
since her talent is more about nookie.

I doubt that her book makes ‘the list’
and in fact, it should just be dismissed.
But this stuff seems to sell
even if it is hell
and it’s penned by a true solipsist.

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(*Not in this case.)

Monday, January 3, 2011

Little Cat Feet

Monday is a very nice day for prompts, dontcha think? 
Why, you ask?  I'll tell you...

Big Tent posted theirs: FEET











and Monday's Child posted theirs:










So, I combined both prompts (albeit without any metric feet) - and with apologies to Carl Sandburg, here's my kitty ditty:

The New Year

The New Year comes
on little cat feet.

It doesn’t sit still looking
over anything,
but not-so-silently launches
and then moves on. 

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