I’ve been reading a bit of poetry lately. Online and in bookish realms as well. Yeats mostly. I shan’t conjure that literary lion, but rather a lion of a different . . . kion.
Today’s Daily Prompt on “The Sincerest Form of Flattery,” urges:
Publish a post in the style of a favorite author/blogger or photographer.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us COPIES.
I thought of placing a graphic from the book of verse that I’m reading and whose form I’m trying to mimic, but I thought it might be fun to NOT hit y’all over the heads with the spiked club of obviousness for once. I’ve placed slashes to further note the line breaks just in case the formatting gets funky; please let me know if that is distracting or cumbersome.
See what you think about whether this style has any substance, or matter-y, to it. Is it bestiary or worstiary? Have I reached the level of worsifier or fallen to the nadir of parroty?
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Gray and bristly, full of profundity,/
when I stand next to you, I get all stunnedity./
Your height, your girth, your mighty mem’ry:/
that you mourn your dead makes my legs go flimbry.
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The Woodpecker
Late or early, he diligently drills/
Above us, noisy, hammering still./
Sergeant of the sky, he pecks at our roof/
Beak to metal drives us to 80-proof.
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Some dogs are purebred, and some are mutts/
All of them like to sniff their . . . /But
we love them, loyally, yet./
And they love everyone. Except the vet./
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The Persian
Most cats have hair, this much is true./
Some are red or white or blue./
Take the long-haired, stately Persian./
If your allergies shriek,/
adopt a different version.
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The ’Possum
There are a few things to be said for the ’possum:/
They hiss, they hang, and you can’t boss ’em.
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The Japanese Beetle
June arrives with jittery jewels/
when all the kids are out of schools./
Emerald buggers bog down your roses./
They’re glad to come, but we best enjoy their go-ses.
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The Duck
One sometimes wonders how the duck,/
dunking underwater, does not get stuck./
There’s trash and metal, dross and jetsam./
There are those who litter–and we just letsam.
And finally, the dead giveaway–
Welcome to Og’s Den
These days, pets are the fashion./
But for me, I prefer to get my Nash on./
If the Web is a zoo,/
don’t be surprised if the ‘Net someday comes for you.
If you made it this far, I urge you to check out the real deal, the true brew, the firstist versist, the sublimer rhymer, . . . here or here. And enjoy.
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I love this, really enjoyed your wit and humor, for me, your wrote your “bestiary”! 😀
Thank you so much, Swoosie Que! Thank you for reminding me of that writing-analyzer site. You can’t go wrong being in the company of Clarke or Vonnegut. I think, once upon a time several years ago when I used it, I was compared to Stephen King and then to David Foster Wallace. (Gees, I hope there are some women authors in there somewhere!) On a side note, your granddaughter looks strikingly like our DD, blonde curly hair and all. Your 1st grand-daughter’s adorable! Finally, thanks for sharing your experiences with diagnosis and life. Breast cancer has made its unfortunate presence known on both sides of my family–and I’m very glad to see you are kicking its butt!
Thank you, and yes, my little “Princess” has stolen my heart! And thank you for stopping by and taking the time to comment! 😀
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