Micropoetry Monday: The Writer’s Life

Writer's Life

The Shutterfly Edition

Peyton’s Place
She wrote a book, writing what she knew.
What she didn’t know, she created,
but it was the truths,
prettied up as lies,
that led the ones
whose sins she confessed,
to stone her with tweets.

Newscasters=news analysts, not news readers
Endless spin cycle
Who, what, where, when, why, how, & what if?
Sensationalized for ratings

Nature enables us to see as far
as our eyes can see,
books beyond even that,
but books read out in nature,
bridges both worlds.

Haiku—if a person, not the most attractive proportions
Acrostic—a narcissist, horizontally & vertically
Limerick—witty when drunk
Ode—fetish poem
Sonnet—iambic pentameter hell

When Period met Dash,
it was a string of stops & starts,
until they learned to work together,
creating the Morse Code.

Poem-a-Day Writer’s Digest Challenge #17. Theme: Ode to a (Blank) or (Blank) is for the Birds


Ode to (Dark) Chocolate

The chocolatiest of all the chocolate—
great with lots of nuts or
a little bit of heat;
a slightly bitter companion to
sweet berries.
Like coffee,
from a little bean
sprouts something wonderful
for the palate and mind.
Dark is best,
for it takes so much less to satisfy.


Ode to the Tomato

Ketchup is not a vegetable

I am loved in the raw—
right out of the garden—
sun-kissed or sun-dried,
or, if I’m down South
& haven’t yet ripened,
battered & fried.
Kids love me made into soup,
& when I’ve become old & quite rotten,
I’m thrown at actors best forgotten.
Though I’m actually a fruit,
I identify with the vegetables—
for they let me be a part of their salad.
They accept me,
seeds & all.