Each month this blog will feature a word of the month to stimulate a poem. Anyone who wishes to share a poem is invited to participate. The point is to enjoy the challenge of writing a poem inspired by a single word. It doesn’t matter if this is your first poem or five hundredth. It’s all done for the fun and exercise of writing.
Cutoff for posting the current Word of the Month poem is the last day of the month.
On the first day of each month, a new word will be posted to challenge your imagination for that month.
Please post your poems on this page, so everyone can find the poems easily.
Thank you and have fun!
David
PS: The word for October is APPLE.
WOM for October: apple
Owen tries to drive Mom’s scooter to pick apples…
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iddy-biddy-bars
tiny wheels: wide turns required
biker’s paradox
please see illustation on:
https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/10/07/how-did-the-mountain-biker-get-on
WOM for October: apple
Owen tries to drive Mom’s scooter to pick apples…
How did the mountain biker get on the ground?
iddy-biddy-bars
tiny wheels: wide turns required
biker’s paradox
please see illustration on:
https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2019/10/07/how-did-the-mountain-biker-get-on-the-ground-2/
it is a paradox!
Oh, dear! Hope their were no injuries!
As long as he isn’t injured this is funny.LOL. Your photos and words always surprise me. Keep having fun.
AN APPLE A DAY
An apple a day keeps the doctor away,
So my mother believed.
For, if it rhymes, it must be true.
But I think she was deceived.
The benefit of an apple,
Is not all it appears.
Snow White only took one bite
And slept for a hundred years.
When the apple fell on Newton’s head,
It started a great discussion.
It gave him the theory of gravity.
But it also gave him concussion.
So, beware of the humble apple.
It might be all right inside.
But be sure to wash it carefully;
It’s been sprayed with insecticide.
,Bryn Strudwick.
Love the observations, Bryn!
The humble apple has its impact! Thanks for this historical review, Bryn!
Bryn S
There is a little bitter with the sweet in most things. So enjoy eating those wonderful apples.
My WOM poem,
Stricken Empire
After the photograph Galaxy Apple, NY, 1964 by Paul Caponigro
One minute, you’re just a Big Apple,
the next, your flesh splattered everywhere,
trailing odor, painful.
Pierced twice, thrice in two
places leaving white
gleaming pinholes in the universe.
Your presence in that space
your loss to the core.
By Linda Trott Dickman
Linda, thank you for your poem. I, too, like “…leaving white/gleaming pinholes in the universe.” I’ll post my apple poem tomorrow (October 15) and you’ll find that my mind went off in a different, and lighter, direction. I’m always delighted by the range of poems that issue from one word. Thank you for joining us this month. Come back.
Ah, how quickly things can change. This is thought and art-provoking, Linda.
Linda T D
Thanks for adding to my education. I looked up the photograph. So neat.
Quite a piece of art, and poem to go with it. The last line hits me.
Love the phrase “leaving white gleaming pinholes in the universe, Linda.
Apple Sass
by Linda Boyden©2019
If an apple a day keeps the doctor away, what would happen if one of them were rotten to the core?
If I can’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but you, couldn’t I stand with someone else instead? You’re not the boss of me.
I sure can compare apples to oranges: both are round and both are types of fruit, so there!
How do I like them apples, you ask? In an apple pie with a slice of cheddar cheese or as an apple dumpling, but not if you made them from those nasty crab apples. Nothing pleases them.
I could get my house in apple pie order, but prefer to waste time playing games on my Apple computer.
Last, it’s impossible to be the apple of anyone’s eye if they have to wear contacts.
Perfectly titled, and you’ve about covered the apple cliches in a clever way, Linda!
Thanks, Jane, I had fun with it!
Linda B
This is fun to read and brings a smile to my face. Thanks.
Happy it gave you a grin!
We need to laugh more, right?
The speaker here sounds like an appolescent.
I have no idea what appolescent means, Susan?
Linda, I was trying to make a new word combining apple and adolescent. You probably have to hear it rather than see it. Couldn’t figure out a good spelling. Oh well. I tried.
Thanks for explaining and what a clever new word, Susan!
Love this, Linda! Thank you for the laughter!
Thank you, Cory!
MY BACKPACK
My mom made me clean out my backpack.
It had been awhile, I guess.
I found a few treasures worth keeping,
But overall, it was a mess!
Gum wrappers spilled out by the dozen,
A pencil or two with no lead,
Some history papers due last month—
I wish I’d turned them in instead.
An apple core, dark brown and shriveled,
A rock that I simply must keep,
A note for my mom from the teacher—
OOPS—I forgot to give her last week.
The worst of all was a banana,
All slimy and stinky and black,
This chore ought to teach me a lesson
To throw out, not clean, my backpack!
c 2019 Jane Heitman Healy
Jane: I really get this poem…similar (but worse) stories… I think I’ll leave it at that. Haha. Good job!
Jane H H
When I went to school we had paper bags to carry our lunch. WOW, there was life before backpacks! Thanks for the fun memories.
Jane, this took me back to when my kids were young with their nasty backpacks!! Well done!
What fun, Jane!
Apple
Apple strudel, apple pie,
You’re the apple of my eye.
Apple cake and apple crisp,
I no longer am a wisp.
Pear’s the healthy shape to be.
I am appled, can’t you see?
(c) 2019 Susan Bickel
A fun poem!
Thanks, Linda. I made a new word in here, too. I guess I was in a new word mood. (Is there a word for that?)