My Word of the Month poem for July

Hi everyone,

Here’s my poem, inspired by July’s word — poem.

A Poem Begins with the Weather

Today I’m inspired to write a poem

about a cat I had as a child, half wild (the cat),

sweet, as a kitten, a tough Tom when he grew up

to prowl the neighborhood picking fights,

which makes me think of an Irish uncle I had named Tom,

who, for all I know, might have been a sweet child,

but grew up to be a profanity of a man who once cussed

in front of my mom, and my Uncle Wayne, a gent with

Old World manners, took Uncle Tom to task

while my mom sort of smiled. But back to my Tom

cat that ran off the week before we moved

to a different house and I never saw him again.

It was a gray, rainy day the last time I saw Corky

(my cat was named Corky), just like today,

and that made me think of Corky and how much I cried

and missed him and kept going back for months

to look for him and call his name and leave water.

I was nine years old. I grew up to cuss some, but

I have good manners, and if my mom reads this,

I bet she’ll smile.

(c) David L. Harrison, 2021

Word of the Month for July is…

Hi everyone,

It’s time to post a word for Word of the Month Poetry Challenge. This is the 153rd word since I started in October 2009. Other than me, we have no poets who have posted a poem for all 153 words but some have taken the challenge many times, including Mary Nida Smith, Jeanne Poland, Cory Corrado (Canada), Su Hutchens, Bryn Strudwick (England), and Jane Yolen. Who am I leaving out?

The first Word of the Month poem, back in 2009, was DIRT. In those early days we voted each month to pick a winner, a custom I dropped before long. We were in it to have fun and competition spoiled the fun for too many. I still have a record of the poets who were monthly winners that first year. For DIRT, the winner was Mimi Cross (New Jersey) for “Dirt Blues.” Winners of the other eleven months were “You’re Welcome” by Liz Korba (New Jersey); “Wishes” by Linda Kulp (Maryland); “The Time Ship” by Steven Withrow (Rhode Island); “A Country Drive” by Beth Carter (Missouri); 2-way tie: “Without” by Laura Purdie Salas (Minnesota) and “The Life of a Housewife” by Jackie Huppenthal (Indiana); “All Nestled In” by Barbara J. Turner (New Hampshire); “Stone Wise” by Mary Nida Smith (Arkansas); “Song of the West” by V. L. Gregory (Missouri); “Itch in My Sweater” by Silindile Ntuli (South Africa); “Modern Love” by Ken Slesarik — aka K. Thomas Slesarik (Arizona); and “The Book Movement” by Euleta Usrey.

We used to have a number of teachers who routinely posted the poetic efforts of their students in our student section of Word of the Month, but they’ve all quit. Too many other things to do? Poetry isn’t important enough? Kids don’t care? I wish I knew. I regret the decisions and circumstances that resulted in some many children in this country and around the world being denied the chance to grow their writing skills through poetry. I hope times will change and our teachers will come back to us.

Since 2009 I’ve accidently repeated myself a few times but Cory keeps and shares with me a record of words, which helps tremendously. I left home without bringing that record so for July I risk posting another duplicate. If this one is a repeat, I suspect it hasn’t been used for a long time so it won’t hurt to use it again.

Let the word for July 2021 Word of the Month Poetry Challenge be POEM.

My Word of the Month poem for June

Hi everyone,

Here’s my offering for June inspired by the word, ON. This time I tried something a little different.

Comin’ On

‘Cause you’re bigger,

I guess you figure

I’m not comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m not comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m not comin’ on nonny non.

But I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’.

Non nonny non nonny non.

‘Cause you’re older,

you think you’re bolder,

but I’m comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on nonny non.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’.

Non nonny non nonny non.

‘Cause you’re taller,

you think I’m smaller,

but I’m comin’ on nonny non nonny non,

I’m comin’ on nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on nonny non.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’,

Non nonny non nonny non, yeah!

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on,

I’m comin’ on.

I’m not foolin’, I’ll soon be rulin’,

Non nonny non nonny non, yeah!

© 2021 David L. Harrison

And the Word of the Month word for June is…

Hi everyone,

Another stellar month of poems and support. I am, as always, grateful to all who joined Word of the Mont Poetry Challenge in any way. Over the years I’ve been told by more than one poet that without this monthly prompt they might write far fewer poems or none at all. There’s nothing quite like a deadline, such as the end of the month, to spur us on to action. So to honor that thought I declare the word for June to be ON. Now let’s get on with it.

My Word of the Month poem for May

Hi everyone,

Sorry to be so slow getting to my poem for May, but here it is.

Now What?

This morning I can’t find my groove.

I had it when I went to bed,

ideas swimming through my head,

but somehow during the night it fled.

This morning I can’t find my groove.

My fickle groove is simply gone.

Without a note to say, “Adieu,”

it vanished leaving not a clue.

Now what am I going to do?

My fickle groove is simply gone

What will happen to me now?

When I awakened with the dawn,

my traitor groove had traveled on.

I’ve never felt so woebegone.

What will happen to me now?