[A very sparing young poet named Nick]

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.

“On Stretching” and 1 More

NaPoWriMo22 Day 3 — Two poems today, both using prompts from the poetry scavenger hunt hosted by murisopsis. The first poem uses the prompt word elastic and the second uses the prompt word limber. I hope you enjoy them. Peace to your !

On Stretching

Side against side, 
   neither willing to give,
Is that any way 
   for people to live?
How sad, those hearts 
   encased in hard plastic.
Oh! That we all had 
   hearts of elastic.

A Limerick to Illustrate the Inconsistencies
of the English Language

Let’s say a man needed some timber,
And being exceedingly limber,
Scaled several trees,
Got what he pleased,
And said, “My ain’t I a great climber!”