Autmn Moon – Day 17


How could I draw the curtain!
It was early evening
A generous blue the sky.
And there, for us,
A slither of moon.
A slither of moon in the west.
Perhaps, visible most of the day.
How could I draw a curtain on this!

I stood a while in respect
Of a moon slither.
Autumn in the clear, clear sky.

Benita H. Kape (c) 17.4.2021


And now I’m caught up again. And it is autumn in the Southern Hemisphere.

“And now, our (optional) prompt. I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”


Tumbling With The Swan/s – Day 16

Suppose I make verse
Begin and not curse
Lines short and diverse
Their midwife, their nurse
Some lines roar aloud
Syllables must not crowd
To which I have vowed
Line sing and be proud
With a prod, there a prong
Quick, sing a tumbling song
And, while wearing a sarong
Not in the country of Peron
Set to hand over to Sean
But will Sean be drawn?
Short rhymes and thereon
Thereon a swan on the lawn

Benita H. Kape (c) 17.4.2021


I’m a day or two or three late (due to an eye Injection for wet macula) but am going to keep writing the daily prompt anyway.

“And last but not least, our (optional) prompt. Because it’s Friday, today I’d like you to relax with the rather silly form called Skeltonic, or tumbling, verse. In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme. You just rhyme the same sound until you get tired of it, and then move on to another sound. Here’s a short example I came up with.
                             A toad beneath a log
                             Cares not for storm or fog.
                             He’s not a bee or frog
                             Or a naïve polliwog.
                             No! He’s wise and bumpy.
                             His skin is thick and lumpy.
                             He doesn’t work for money.
                             And his disposition’s sunny.

Skeltonic verse is a fun way to get some words on the page without racking your brains for deep meaning. It’s a form that lends itself particularly well to poems for children, satirical verse, and just plain nonsense.”