The occasional poet’s obligatory poetry rant
The occasional poet has taken a hiatus for a few months.
Between NaNoWriMo and my day job I concentrated on 50,000 words in the month of November.
For the past 4 months, my workload was next to impossible.
Now, it’s just hectic.
I’ve been itching for a good poetry challenge, a prompt to send the bard-like parts of me into overdrive.
My favorite site isn’t hosting a Tanka-or-whatever-poetry challenge yet. A fall-back haiku blog is on robo-dial each week, and a search for posts didn’t create that spark inside I was looking to rekindle.
A good haiku challenge begins with words that aren’t so clunky they defy fluidity.
Lately, it seems that poetry challenges throw words into cyberspace like buzzsaw and repulsive. That’s like having a sewing contest and asking people to make a Cinderella-style gown out of burlap and carpeting.
Ain’t gonna happen.
So, until this occasional poet can find her inner muse again, it might be awhile before I write anything poetic worth reading, unless you think this is worth the pixels that created it:
like cleaning up a cat’s puke
soaking the bedsheets.
And…yes…THAT is one of the reasons I was up at 4 this morning.
The sound! Then the smell.
Cat now wants to be petted.
I am not amused.
©Joelle LeGendre (It has been, to put it mildly, a colorful morning. Regurgitate THAT, cat).