Happy Un-birthday!

Today’s challenge at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie is to write about our un-birthday.

Happy un-birthday to me!
I hear it’s your un-birthday too.
What’s your un-celebration
going to be?
Perhaps you can un-celebrate
with me!
An un-cola and an un-cake
(perhaps a slice of pie);
lounging in our un-derwear.
Oops!  That’s un-usual
and un-necessarily un-formal.
Whatever we un-choose to do,
it shall last all
the un-year long!
But excuse me if you will,
I must begin the un-celebration
of my un-birthday!

 

Hope for a Legacy

I am combining a couple of prompts.  At d’Verse Poets, the challenge is to write a quadrille (44 word poem) using the word drizzle.  At Real Toads, Margaret has challenged us to create a poem from a list of words that we generated from a photo.  Then use a thesaurus to find more interesting words.

Wistful regret at the loss of our paladin;
the grassland guardian lies buried
beneath a cadaverous moon, as
penitence drizzles down my cheek.
Eventide brings sanguine possibilities–
seedtime comfort grows within the womb.
The genesis of a cria, clemency
arrives, a newborn living legacy.

Llenny, my guard llama that I lost in February

Maybeline (and my other lady llama, Odie) might be carrying Llenny’s crias.

Gothic Twitter Poem

I’m not sure how to introduce the assignment from yesterday at Real Toads, but I love it!  Here is the task in Magaly’s words:

For today’s prompt, I invite you to write a new 3-stanza poem, where each stanza contains 140 characters or fewer and follows these guidelines: the 1st stanza will be a tweet from one of the thirteen writers listed below. The 2nd stanza will be a reply to the first tweet, by a different writer from the list. The 3rd stanza will be your reply/input/commentary to the exchange between the two writers. The stanza-tweets should be written in the chosen writers’ styles. And the completed poem should read as one piece.

Rocky the cat and Sky the dog

I. William Blake

Rocky, Rocky tortures the puppy.
I know not what to do.
The fearsome fight assails my soul
awaiting the end of one or the other.

 

II. Edgar Allan Poe

Tis madness!
A demon has possessed his senses!
This unnatural relationship
will torment the soul forevermore.
Madness, I say!

 

III.  Me

They drive me crazy—
my personal version of the classic
gingham dog and calico cat.
I dread coming downstairs,
finding nothing but scraps.