Jane’s killer rhyme scheme

Hi everyone,

Yesterday Jane Yolen laid down a challenging rhyme scheme in her contribution to September’s poems inspired by VINE. Here is it again in full. I liked the aabbb pattern in each of the first three stanzas and to make it more interesting, Jane uses the same opening line for each of those stanzas and the same line for each of the three transitional lines between stanzas. And then she wrapped up the whole affair with a witty couplet, cc. Wow!

Jane Yolen
September 1, 2019

Vine Thoughts

Every day I think it fine
To end up with a little vine.
But truth to tell (and this will stink)
I actually do not drink. . .

Which leads me to another think.

Every day I think it fine
To end up with a little whine.
(But truth to tell (and wink, wink wink)
I think a whiner is a fink.

Which leads me to another think.

Every day I think it fine
On darkest chocolate to dine.
But truth to tell this makes me drink.
So into depths I start to sink.

Which leads me to another think.

Every day from now I’ll try
To stick to veggies and stay dry.

©2019 Jane Yolen all rights reserved

With thanks to Jane, here’s my effort to follow her pattern.

Vine Lessons
David L. Harrison, September 2, 2019

When I was young and tasted wine,
if some was good a lot was fine.
The more I drank the more I bought,
till one night as I grew besot,

I had another vine-fed thought.

When I was young and tasted wine,
tipsy I kissed a sweet fraulein
and she kissed me till we were caught
and a painful lesson hubby taught.

I had another vine-fed thought.

When I was young and tasted wine,
I learned the grape is not benign.
The morning after’s not so hot.
My stomach churns, my brain is rot.

I had another vine-fed thought.

Every day from now I’ll try
to stick with vodka until I’m dry.

©2019 David L. Harrison all rights reserved

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

Hi everyone,

Congratulations on another good month of poems inspired by a single word. I haven’t kept track of how many poets and poems have been posted here since we started nearly a decade ago (I delete everything at the end of every month) but I’m sure the total would fill a large book by now. As Cory Corrado mentioned three days ago, she alone has contributed 129 poems over the years.

I always appreciate your offerings and marvel at the variety of approaches that come from one word — everything from humor to pathos, from short to long, biographical to straight-face put-on to science to fiction. I don’t know that we’re proving anything or breaking any new ground. It’s only an exercise in using our imagination, but what fun we’ve had and continue to have.

Since October 2009 we’ve welcomed seasoned poets whose polished work and creativity have provided examples of what to strive for and insights into how to do it. And we’ve seen any number of writers step up to post their first efforts at composing poetry. I’m always excited when brave souls make the decision to show their early poems. I know they love and benefit by the warm support and encouragement so many of you provide to one another. As we’ve mentioned numerous times, this spot in the universe has developed into a community of kind people who enjoy one another’s company and feel safe sharing their work.

So here we are with a new slate to write on. The word for August is QUESTION. Any questions? Let’s do it!

My Word of the Month poem for July

Hi everyone,

With thanks to Jane Yolen for her poem two days ago that sparked this poem, here’s my contribution for July.

Time to Celebrate

Today I wrote one line first rate.
Pop the cork! Let’s celebrate!

Some days – most days, I must confess –
my words spill out a jumbled mess.

No matter how I stress and strain,
there’s little joy and too much pain.

But today? I wrote one line first rate.
Pour the wine! Let’s celebrate!

Yesterday I must admit
the words were ugly, weak, unfit.

The day before was worse than that;
too much bafflegab and fat.

But today I wrote one line first rate.
Lift your glass! Let’s celebrate!

(c) David L. Harrison, all rights reserved