Let the poems pour

Hi everyone,

So far this month’s word challenge, RAIN, has inspired a good range of very readable poems by Susan Bickel, Jeanne Poland, Linda Boyden, Mary Nida Smith, Bryn Strudwick, Cory Corrado, Jane Yolen, Susan Hutchens, Jesse Anna Bornemann, and Cheryl Harness. Am I missing anyone? When you post your poems under the box for Adult W.O.M. Poems, I can find them easily when I go searching for the month’s poets. When you post them under comments on a day when you’re ready, I’m likely to miss them when I’m summing up. It’s always your call as to when and where you place them, of course. I’m happy either way.

You have five days remaining in which to create rain-based poems to share with the rest of us. So far this month our number of participants is down a bit so spread the word to all laggards, sluggards, dawdlers, loafers, idlers, slouchers, indolents, and faineants with good intentions to hie themselves to their nearest pen and cozy up to their muses. One new poem each day would be lovely and two would be even grander.

Oh, the picture? That’s my friend Cory Corrado. We met in 2011 at my Highlights poetry workshop. She’s one of my favorite people and that’s one of my favorite pictures. My muse went crazy with all that wonderful material to ponder!

My Word of the Month poem for April

Hi everyone,

Here is my offering for April. The word is GIRLS.

A Little Girl Is . . .

Daddy’s angel,
Mommy’s joy,
Brother’s brat –
But he’s a boy.

Granny’s love,
Pa’s sugar pie,
Brother’s pest –
But he’s a guy.

Auntie’s darling,
Uncle’s sugar,
Brother’s snot –
But he eats boogers.

But don’t try anything
Funny, mister.
He’s her brother!
She’s his sister!”

(c) David L. Harrison

The Word of the Month word for April is . . .

Hi everyone,

Wow! I don’t know where this week went! I showed up for work every day but don’t have a lot to show for it. I’ve been revising the same story but going into today I’ve only made it through forty pages. One small tweak begets others.

Moving on, the word challenge for April is GIRLS. It’s spring. It’s April. It’s girl time!

My Word of the Month poem for March

Hi everyone,

One Time When I was Little

One time when I was little
and we lived in Ajo, Arizona,
our neighbor Mrs. Joe Geiger
made tacos and invited me

and Mr. Joe Geiger and I
got into a contest to see
who could eat the most tacos
and we tied

so next day at school a girl said
I smelled bad and my teacher sniffed
and said so too and moved me
to the front of the room so my
garlic breath wouldn’t kill anybody

and later I found out that
Ajo means garlic in Spanish
so that makes my story funny
so ha ha.