She leaned on him,
but when he fell,
she found that she was
still standing—
sure of herself in every way
except her decision
to pick the right one
a second time.
http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-400
A “mash poem” is my least favorite type of challenge. (A mash poem is where you’re given a list of words and have to use some (or all) of them in a poem. I didn’t go for the extra credit by using all six, so I just did three (crack, ramble, and wince).
He liked to ramble on the airwaves
his CliffsNotes of journalism,
which made his listeners
crack up but never wise up,
froth and wince,
but never convince.
