Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
I’m not much good at poetry. When I was 12 or so, I thought I was going to be the next Emily Dickinson. Truth? Not happening. My poetry always winds up being sappy, trite, and boring. That’s okay. I can still admire Emily and others who words tickle my poetry gene.
I did make an effort here on Word Press some time ago. I think it’s all I have, so here it is (we had been challenged to write our own 14-line sonnet)
Sonnets are not my poetry style.
If I try to be serious, you’d just have to smile.
I’d be better at something Suessian,
Or even Mother Goosian
Than writing something erudite
Though I should try with all my might.
Already I’m stuck for something to say
To finish this poem for the 14th day.
I could write reams of prose on most any topic,
But my poetic flair is rather dystropic.
Don’t bother to look; I created that word.
It’s what happens when I’m writing something absurd.
So now I will bid you all fond farewell,
And go to my room, and sleep for a spell.
And there you have it. Now you know why I am not, and never will be, a renowned poet 🙂