[stylist] Let's Play

[Bridgit Pollpeter]

LOL!

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> On Mar 20, 2014, at 3:10 PM, "William L Houts" <lukaeon at gmail.com> wrote:
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> HI Bridgit,
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> Unless  your last name happens to be Eliot, ALL of our poetry needs some help, and yours less than most.
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> --Bill
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>> 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!
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>> Bridgit
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>> -----Original Message-----
>> From: stylist [mailto:stylist-bounces at nfbnet.org] On Behalf Of William L
>> Houts
>> Sent: Thursday, March 20, 2014 9:37 AM
>> To: stylist at nfbnet.org
>> Subject: Re: [stylist] Let's Play
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>> HI Bridgit,
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>> 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.
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>> 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
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>>> I wrote this for a class; it's a Rimas disdolutas
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>>> Bridgit
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>>> 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
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>>> 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?
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>>> 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
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>>> 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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