Today has not been particularly inspiring for me, but because it is April, I need to post something. 🙂 Day 4. I am tempted to go to sleep, even though it is well before 8:00 p.m. where I am. Maybe I can make myself a cup of tea instead.
Take some time to relax. Imagine peace. It’s okay to Release the day, no need to be Energized constantly. It Doesn’t mean you’re broken.
It was a real challenge to finish any poems halfway decently, although I started about 7 of them today. However, at last I have finished Linda’s paint-chip poetry challenge, which was to write a villanelle this week, using at least three of the phrases on the paint chips below. I like villanelles and writing them, but it was hard to write a whole one in a single day. I still appreciate the prompt because I don’t often write villanelles on my own. Most of my poems are much shorter.
Based on this prompt about choosing and also on the fact that, even if I am interested by new stuff at the coffee shop, I almost always get black coffee or plain tea. Even with this poem, after spending a day wondering which form I should use to write it, I settled, unsurprisingly, on a Sevenling.
For Linda G. Hill’s SoCS, we are supposed to point at a random object around us and write about it. My eyes fell on my cup of açai tea. It was a new flavor to me and a good way to relax in the evening. It inspired this silly limerick.
For the paint-chip poetry prompt this week, we are given the challenge of writing a “chance cinquain,” using the words on the paint chips in order in five-line stanzas. I just realized I didn’t use them in order. Oh, well. I am also sharing with JusJoJan. Continue reading →
The Saturday Mix was “rhyme time” this weekend. This is my attempt. 🙂
A beautiful party, offering tea,
An impressive time, hopefully:
But one vain guest
Nearly entered cardiac arrest,
Since she got a spot of clotted
Cream on her ample chest!
The pot of tea was spilled
When a lost horse trotted through,
Even the hostess could admit,
Teatime had gone rotten, true!
The hostess, surnamed Murphy,
Had a stomach that seemed knotted,
Due to each misfortune that
Murphy’s Law had allotted!
Today at DVerse Poetics, we are sharing poems that include taboo subjects. I wrote this cherita this morning before reading the prompt, but I think it is fitting, even though I intended this to be humorous, not serious, Nevertheless, it is a true story! Gasp!
I would sneak off to go to Mass.
One time, I jaywalked, while getting
High on sugar, from a Slurpee.
I take my coffee black,
And I have been known
To drink it from a teacup.