Mad As A Hatter

During my perusal of sites today, I found ReadWritePoem. I discovered April is National Poetry Month. I loved poetry as a kid. I loved all things to do with English, but Creative Writing was my favorite class. As an adult I worked for 10 years as a medical transcription proofreader. All that structure, the rules, I thrived on it. Now as I approach my golden years (har, har), I find myself like a child again and in love with poetry. The freedom, the creativity. There are poems with rules and poems without. Whatever you feel, whatever you need at that moment, you are free to choose your path. So I am taking a leap. A leap of tremendous proportions for me. In the past, the moment I commit to anything something else will come along and distract me or consume me. It’s a little familial curse we like to call being Farkle. Sometimes this curse stops me from committing to things just for the fear of what may happen. I am, however, currently Mad as a Hatter and will flaunt caution to the wind. I have decided to participate in NaPoWriMo this month. An attempt to write a poem a day for one month. Mr. Vixen thinks I am suffering from a marble deficiency and I am okay with that. I never liked playing marbles anyway.

Coal burns beneath you to warm
Charcoal markings on Santa
Columns of smoke you produce
Cheating the cold of its bite
Curling flames embrace your sides
Creating an ambiance
Cold winter days kept at bay
WooHoooo. Not only did I do it from the first prompt, but I tried a new poetry form I have never used (or heard of before)! That, my friends was a Pleiades. I didn’t think I could do it: 7 lines of 7 syllables all starting with the same first letter of the title. Day one: over and out. I am taking my marbles home now. See you tomorrow.


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  1. Those husbands think they’re always right but they are not always right. You have plenty o’ marbles.

    See what you made? Nice. Did I mention that we discussed death in my Sunday School class this week? One suggestion: Have the students write a haiku about a, uh, deceased pet. So I wrote one, which I did not share with the students, but I will share with you:

    My dog was Wacky
    He rolled in dead porcupine
    Poor poor Wacky Dog.

    ALMOST as good as yours, see?

  2. I will live (and learn) vicariously through your daily poetry quest.

    What do you think the going bulk rate for marbles is? We could split a case.

  3. That was great! I look forward to reading more.

  4. oh these are cute.all of you look happy with your choices hehe..

    Happy WW!

    Check out mine too!

    Sleeping Beauty

  5. what a great pleiades… day one yeah!!… the best to you as you throw caution to the wind.. the freedom of creativity… yes!!

  6. I liked it! I wish I could write as well as you!

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