Its been too long since I played the poetry challenge, and I have to wonder if anyone is still around who either recalls it or cares.
The deal is simple - you, in the comments, quote me three disparate words and then I get all the fun - trying to weave them into some sort of poem in as short a time as possible.
That's it.
I need this. So far I today I have already wept for Rilke*. The beauty of empathy; the silver lining on the cloud of heartbreak for someone else, is that, guilt free and without ugliness, we accidentally weep for and heal ourselves.
And I've done that; and now I need to play.
Please?
(*That poem.)
flowers, cramps, wino.
ReplyDeleteThat's just three stupid things to say to someone. There's something wrong with me.
Ooh I had fun! Rusty, badly done fun, but it was good for me. I want more!
ReplyDeleteFlowers, cramps, wino.
I found a little toadstool,
Bedecked in jolly spots
I fed it to my enemy
and now his stomach rots.
He soon forgot the cramps. Unkind
hallucinations took his mind,
Like a wino on the lino and
(said he) a castle in his hand.
Still death did as death does, devours,
and now he's pushing up the flowers.
Oh thats bad.
ReplyDeleteI need more practice.
*cough cough*
Pearls, ashes, mist.
ReplyDelete3...2...1...go!
world , tissues, angel
ReplyDeleteOkay, you're on!
Huh!
ReplyDeleteMurphy's law, that is.
Back now - give me 5!
Atyllah
ReplyDeleteTheres an angel on my tissues;
Seems they're all the world he's got
So he won't be very happy if
They end up full of snot.
Steg
Steg, I wanted to play and I just plain can't. No fantastic stories come to mind, just bland, badly written ditties and a girl can only knock out so many of them before retiring gracefully.
Thanks for the thought. Maybe later. What could YOU make of those words?
Am I too late? Have you already retired?
ReplyDeleteHow about, cowboy, crumpet, and ... coruscating!
tomahawk, Lebanon, lucid
ReplyDeleteWell I've got something, Cheryl, but you know me - with words like "ashes" and "mist" to work with the outcome was always going to be a little bleak. In fact it's so bleak I'm not sure I should post it on someone else's blog!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah! Liked that, Cheryl :-)
ReplyDeleteYou know how to make a chicken smile.
You've got talent!
ReplyDeleteyou're so funny Cheryl!
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