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!
The Friday after work:
ReplyDeleteThe 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
ReplyDeletedown. Hail now the cutting word.
I un-block a drain.
D.