Requests for custom-designed poems are flowing in from every corner of the globe!
Actually, that’s not quite true. I’ve had a single request, and that one from Pennsylvania (which isn’t exactly a corner of the globe).
TC Conner over at TheWriteGardener.Com suffered a case of the green-eyed monster (see the comments section of my post Phantom Poet) because I’d sufficiently ragged on Doobster418 to the point he penned a mindfully-digressive piece of verse in response. Since Doobster418 had neglected (so far) to reciprocate to Conner’s attentions (by writing a poem about him), Conner turned desperately to me: would I write a poem for him?
Okay, I’m exaggerating. Conner wasn’t exactly desperate. I know he wasn’t … it’s just fun to create a little drama, you know?
Once I familiarized myself with Mr. Connor’s blog, I knew I already had a Cinquain that would suit him perfectly! It appears he’s as anxious as I am for Spring to finally slam the door on this polar vortex thing. (He has very nice photos of Spring flowers to help us usher in the season.)
No, I didn’t want my new friend, TC Conner, to feel left out, so I have indulged his request … okay, well, maybe I’m fudging a bit (since I’d already written this one), so this isn’t genuinely a piece of poetry written for him. But it is a good poem that fits his blog’s specific interest and should definitely suffice until tomorrow.
Tomorrow, a second poem for TC.
In the meantime, I recommend his blog. I haven’t read all of it, but I’m learning about things like garden hoses and such. (If you’ve read any of my blog posts on gardening, you’ll know immediately I really need the help!)
Okay, okay. I never thought my blog about my antipathy for poetry would get all of you poetic types so riled up. TC, go back to the Phantom Poet post (https://wiseblooding.com/2014/03/15/phantom-poet/) and there you’ll find yet another feeble (and awful) attempt at a poem (limerick, actually) written exclusively for you. And keep up the good work finding typos on my blog posts.
I am doubly honored. How shall I ever repay thee and she? (There’s a poem in there somewhere.)
How kind of you to write a cinquain especially for me! (Okay, so you didn’t write it just for me, there’s always tomorrow!) I bet this makes Doobster jealous.
See, this is what I don’t like about poetry. I had to Google “cinquain” to know what the hell you two were talking about. Forsooth indeed. And where else, besides in a poem, would anyone use the word “forsooth.” I mean, really!
Really?
It’s not that hard.
Once you understand it.
Even the Doobster could write a
Cinquain.
My Phantom Poet friend, you might look at the word Cinquain to get some sense of what the form may be. But instead of being distracted by the form, why not just sit back and enjoy it? As for “forsooth,” a seasoned poet (like yourself) would KNOW it’s a great word! Are you turning into dubious Doobster?
See that? TC’s got it! And another poem with the Doobster name. Well done.
Forsooth
Antiquated word
Used to express disbelief
By those who refuse to speak
Plainly
Thank you for choosing to follow my blog. I look forward to getting to know you better through yours.
Thank you! Same goes for me re: yours. God bless!