[stylist] Let's Play

[William L Houts]

HI Bridgit,

Unless  your last name happens to be Eliot, ALL of our poetry needs some 
help, and yours less than most.


--Bill





On 3/20/2014 12:35 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter wrote:
> Like I said, I'm no poet. Just thought it fit this particular exercise,
> smile. Thanks for the comments though. Clearly my poetry needs some
> help, LOL!
>
> Bridgit
>
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> Houts
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>
> HI Bridgit,
>
> I've been meaning to get to this one for a while, and have finally
> cleared the decks for it.  The truth is, I'm a little ambivalent about
> it.  I enjoy lines like "I slunk to the shower, but over the dog I
> tripped."   It's quirky English, as if you'd learned the language from
> penguins or something.  And yet there are some constructions, like
> "frizzled and frazzled" which make me irritable for reasons which are a
> little foggy to me   --just one of those mysterious taste things, I
> guess.  But on the whole,it's a kind of piece I call a "sleigh ride".
> That's where you hitch up the dogs, crack the whip and just see where
> the hell you wind up. And finally, it's this sense of discovery in the
> poem which wins me over, despite little quibbles with particular rhymes.
>
> Good work, Bridgit.
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> --Bill
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> On 3/19/2014 2:43 PM, Bridgit Pollpeter wrote:
>> Okay, since so much poetry has been posted, here's my flimsy attempt
>>
>> I wrote this for a class; it's a Rimas disdolutas
>>
>> Bridgit
>>
>>
>> I woke in the morning, frazzled and frizzled
>> My eyes the sun poked
>>   From my bed, I rolled and dripped
>> Wishing to end the siren in my head
>> Yawning and grumbling, I attempted to wake
>>
>> I snarled a greeting as I was grizzled
>> The coffee so strong and thick I choked
>> I slunk to the shower, but over the dog I tripped
>> All I wanted was to return to my bed
>> Could this day have started with anymore at stake?
>>
>> I stood at the window and watched the rain as it drizzled
>> Pitter-patter it tinked on the window as the sun groped To break the
>> grey clouds and end the chill that nipped I fumbled and stumbled
>> against the spike splitting my brain wishing I had fled
>> Back to the warmth of my bed to ease my headache
>>
>> My nose detected eggs and bacon as they sizzled
>> Encouraged by food, I braved the shower and soaped
>> Refreshed and resembling a human again, I grabbed the early edition
>> and flipped Through articles and stories, some full of dred,
>> But finally, as the sun broke free, I determined to stay awake
>>
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