Monthly Archives: February 2013

Practicing My Free Throw

I am excited and honored to be included in March Madness Poetry 2013.  Looking at this year’s bracket makes me more than a bit nervous.  I’ve read and admired poems by many of these talented writers, and can’t help but wonder if I am out of my league.

Take my first round-competitor, for example.  She’s named Ana Paest. I immediately googled her and found she has her own Wikipedia page.  She’s listed in the Oxford Companion to English Literature, the Oxford English Dictionary, and Encyclopedia Britannica.  She’s had many famous fans, including Lewis Carroll, Edward Lear, T. S. Eliot, and Dr. Seuss.  And as if those were not reasons enough to feel intimidated, her name means “struck back” in Greek!

At the risk of sticking my metric foot in my mouth, I’ve written a few lines to my fearsome competitor:

Ana Paest, Ana Paest, will you rise to the test?
Will you best me with meter and rhyme?
While your name, clever jest, leaves me rattled, distressed,
I won’t rest: I amb biding my time.

Let the games begin!


Today’s Poetry Friday roundup is at The Drift Record.

Surfing for Inspiration

Recently I’ve participated in a couple of online poetry challenges.  On Thursdays I usually head to Laura Purdie Salas’ 15-Words or Less Poems blog.   Laura’s photos spark interesting poems, and she’s generous and encouraging with her comments.  And a fifteen-word limit is perfect for my attention span!

I’ve also enjoyed the poetry challenges on David Harrison’s blog.  David often hosts U.S Children’s Poet Laureate J. Patrick Lewis, who serves up unique forms to get the writing gears engaged.   This week’s challenge was to write Tailgaters, which our Poet Laureate described as, “a couplet, a verse form (not original with me) that begins with the first line of a well-known poem, and follows with the poet’s own nonsensical second line in the same meter.”

I have to admit that I’ve never been to a tailgate party.  I’m not a football fan (almost all the football games I’ve attended were to watch my kids’ marching band.)  But writing tailgaters was a whole ‘nother ballgame.  Here are my contributions to the party:

Playing in this week's snow inspired a couple of poems, too!

Playing in this week’s snow inspired a couple of poems, too!

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
shake your booty on a pogo stick.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did rock ‘till midnight at the rave.

Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
couldn’t get a date in junior high.

What are little girls made of?
sugar and spice and no birth control device.

Five little monkeys jumping on the bed,
snatched an ipad to watch cats instead.

Little Boy Blue, stop blowing your horn,
the traffic’s atrocious, our nerves are all worn.

Do you enjoy other online poetry challenges?  Share them in the comments section.  Thank you!

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