A very sparing young poet named Nick,
Having mastered the compact limerick,
Yearned for verse
Even more terse,
So he strove to compose a slimerick.
Nick was not only sparing, but picky,
Which made the slimerick extra tricky.
Nothing he tried
They were all, in a word, slimericky.
I’m also posting my first response to Monty Vern’s Silver Lining June collaboration. In a silver lining poem (Monty’s invention), the last words of each line in the poem are the key words, in order, of another line of poetry, with appropriate credit given to the original poet. The borrowing poet can forget those pesky little words like a, the, and of and can write about an entirely different subject. Thank you, Monty, for the opportunity to participate! Peace to our ♥s!
[“A molten gold flows away from the sun” from “Evening Sea Wind” by Carl Sandburg]
~after Carl Sandburg
Once the heart becomes molten,
Carefully cup the blistering gold
In your hands and gloat as it flows
Through your fingers. Then put the blowtorch away.
Tomorrow, stare at the sun.
What a fun limerick and brilliant Silver Lining! Thanks so much for joining in :-)
Thank you, Monty! I was away for the weekend and brought my list of words with me. Wrote all three and will post throughout the month. The silver lining is a wonderful form for sparking one’s muse.
Glad you find it inspiring!!!
How did I miss this one? Oh – yeah COVID… Anyway I’m seeing it now and I really like the limericks and the Silver Linings – The idea of holding a molten heart is a visual that will linger!
🧡 If there were a molten heart emoji, I would send it to you. :)