Miss Rumphius proposed a poetry challenge on Monday, and I gave it a try... after five days. Not that I’m so good at poetry — or challenges, for that matter — but really, what else am I doing? She chose to write a
bouts-rimés, where someone else supplies the rhyming words and you supply the poem. The words are:
nest, rest, flight, sight, flower, hour, wing, sing
Here is my delightful work accomplished at the reference desk in between patrons’ questions. (What is it with these people at the library and their
needs? Yeesh.) Oh, and I switched flower and hour and made them plural. Can I do that? Anyway, here goes nothing.
One day my girls will leave the nest,
And I’ll have time to clean and rest.
I’ll cheer them on as they take flight,
But while I have them in my sight...
Shirking chores, we’ll splurge these hours
On riding bikes, picking flowers,
Studying a dragonfly wing,
Reading outside as crickets sing.
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Great poem there, MR. Thanks for playing!
Tricia
Now, that's just awesome.
May I adopt it as my manifesto?
Awww. Now I'm all misty.
You sound like such an awesome mother (says she who still feels she spent inordinate amount of times cleaning and being unable to shirk anything).
great work. quite impressive.
Dude! That rocks! That was totally lovely.
In my Jane Austen research, I've learned that it was a favorite parlor game at the Austen household -- only they'd go with a single word (like rose) and have to rhyme every line to that word. Mrs. Austen dominated at that particular game.
"Not that I’m so good at poetry —" Huhh?! you put the lie to that. Well done.
"Can I do that?" I'll bet you don't always color in the lines, either, you rebel!
I'm looking forward to Tricia's challenge next Monday.
Nicely done. You're a cool mom.
How'd you DO that?
That's a fab little poem - yay you !
You rock MotherReader - as a mom, a poet and a splurger of cricket's song!
Nice little ditty for Poetry Friday, MR! I do feel it my duty to forewarn you that our progeny sometimes leave the nest...and then return. It has been known to happen.
Awww. Thanks guys. All those kind words made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside - really.
I'm learning something as I play with poetry. I can't tell if what I've written is any good. I get no sixth sense on it at all. But I think that Poets with the capital P do have that sense. However, I know when I write something funny. I think it's a similar kind of sixth sense.
Now I felt quite comfortable with my entry to this photo poem prompt. Why? Because it was the funny aspect that hit me first.
"Can I do that?" You KNOW you can, MR. And you DID. And didn't you just write "Housework be damned, there are crickets"? Uh, huh. You know the rules, and you're breaking them, left and right. Welcome to poetry, the twin sister to that other rule-breaker, humor. You three are going to get along like firecrackers.
oops. That was me, not my daughter commenting on that last post. Sorry, she was logged in and I didn't know it. See what happens when you let them play all the time? :)
Hi, MR! Just discovered your blog ... nice! And, great poem!
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