It's hard to sleep these days what with hordes of readers clamoring for a return of the Friday Poetry Challenge. You should see the rabid fans jumping up and down outside my window waving hand-lettered signs (in verse!) and chanting slogans:
Poetry is right for me!
Give me doggerel or give me death!
Free the Friday Poetry Challenge
and I'll tell you what rhymes with orange!
Okay, I exaggerate. But there has been some interest from a small number (two) of readers eager for an excuse to assemble some light verse on a regular basis. To inaugurate this summer series of poetry challenges, here's a little haiku about an encore of a different kind:
Dewy green leaves hide
beneath weeds. Poison ivy,
why must you return?
Whew, my poetry muscles are out of practice. Surely you can do better than that!
2 comments:
The Friday after work:
The long week has ended,
leaving a long weekend.
But now my eyes are suspended
only by will just now steepened.
Nevermind, time for a nap!
Bloody rain, tipping
down. Hail now the cutting word.
I un-block a drain.
D.
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