The challenge this week was to write about winners and losers. Here are the results.
BEST OF A BAD SPELLIt's not too late if you still want to play. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll add it to the list.
by Steven Withrow of Crackles of Speech
Losing the Williams Junior High School
spelling bee, on “eleemosynary,”
was, I now see, an act of charity.
Knowing the Latin root for “alms”
(could you use it in a sentence?)
guarantees no one a varsity letter.
Although it burned me that I flubbed
the double e’s, entreating the floor
for the proper etymology
before retreating to my seat
to small applause, conciliatory
(c-o-n-c-i-l-i-a-t-o-r-y, conciliatory),
Worse by far would have been
the booming backlash in homeroom
next morning, hearing my name
among the roster of brainiacs,
“loo-zer” in any language, certain
I’d perish (part of speech?) a virgin.
Peter
by Kate Coombs of Book Aunt
There is no winning
now, no trophy with its rim
curved like a golden smile,
no tape to burst through,
no joy to shout, no hands
to bear you aloft, no song
to sing except a lullaby
as you turn gray
with pain and shoulder
your way swordless into
that dark, silent wood.
--Kate Coombs, 2010
Laura Salas shares a poem entitled R You Sure?
Massachusetts Mourning
by Jane Yolen
Yes, I voted, and would have voted twice.
But I am a good girl, moral, clean, and nice.
I always stop for red lights, I listen to advice.
But if I could have,
I really would have
Voted yesterday
Twice.
©2010 Jane Yolen. All rights reserved.
Historical Fiction
by Liz Korba
They aim
The guns
Life lost
War won
This is quite a fun haul - and two spelling bee poems! I see that haunts us all from childhood...
ReplyDeleteI live in Massachusetts too. Like Jane, I'm also in mourning. I would have voted twice times thrice on Tuesday if I could have.
ReplyDeleteNothing To Lose
ReplyDeleteThey were right,
I was wrong.
They won,
I lost.
They succeeded,
I failed.
They were victorious,
I was defeated.
They were congratulated,
I was ignored.
They were accepted,
I was rejected.
They were honoured,
I was shamed.
They were excused,
I was blamed.
May as well read the Good News,
Now that I have nothing to lose.
Of course, Michael, the first four lines could read as victory if you retitled the piece:
ReplyDeleteJoining Weight Watchers
They were right,
I was wrong.
They won,
I lost.
Jane (PS Can you tell I am dieting!)
I do like your parody, Jane, and I hope you keep to your diet until in victory you have "nothing to lose".
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