Typing too fast is often the cause of spelling mistakes and one day Abracadabra was typed as abacadaba and right away a poetry form appeared.So that's it. This week the challenge is to write a 9-line poem with a rhyme scheme of:
a. b. a. c. a. d. a. b. a.
I hope you'll join me this week in writing a Magic 9. Please share a link to your poem or the poem itself in the comments.
What fun. I think I nailed it!
ReplyDeleteAn Autumn Magic Nine
Autumn is about the Fall:
Eve in her nakedness finding leaf
Covering slightly, but not all,
With red or gold serrated cloth.
Meadows dappled with downfall:
Fig and maple, walnut, birch,
That grand and ever-falling haul
Enough to make an instant brief,
Though not, alas, autumnal shawl.
©2016 Jane Yolen all rights reserved
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ReplyDeleteHe’d given me the key
drawing dashes ‘cross the page.
Too dense to see
until he said, “My name is Juan,”
impatient tapping on the line above,“aqui!”
Ah…got it! Printed what he’d said.
Juan neatly copied me.
Seems letters sit on dashes at his age.
Tutoring’s so good for me.
Apples as a bunch
ReplyDeleteso juicy, so sweet
Good eats for lunch
Crispness
as we munch
Delectable
for brunch
Such a treat
apples to crunch
© jone rush macculloch
Astounded by the bursting of the grape
ReplyDelete(Concord, he learned), he fixed it in his mind—
or tried—and sat in silence, eyes agape.
We were discussing memory. He thought
he might record the taste on gustotape
and play it back one day when parched or sad,
but as he planned, the juice made its escape.
Sweet was it? Sour? He tried to press rewind,
but even the machine had fled its shape.
Astounded by the bursting of the grape
ReplyDelete(Concord, he learned), he fixed it in his mind—
or tried—and sat in silence, eyes agape.
We were discussing memory. He thought
he might record the taste on gustotape
and play it back one day when parched or sad,
but as he planned, the juice made its escape.
Sweet was it? Sour? He tried to press rewind,
but even the machine had fled its shape.