2.24.2013

cold kerfluffle

Of the days when nothing's well,
everything's said and nary works,
the tales are long and faces longer,

Malady drapes across the roof
like duck cloth, no billowing able
to provide a fresh-air respite,

No recovery in sight, your wistful
wishing for a healing now seems
almost adorably quaint,

As your bibulous over-brain wrestles
with your virtuous conscience
to dominate not only your dreaming

But your choices. Seems a crash-course
in skirting mirth in favor of ignominy.

Kerry asked the Real Toads to write a 14-line poem, sonnet or not. I used a word list generated by a group of folks in the ALL CAPS PUBLISHING Facebook community, including these words: kerfluffle, malady, billowing, recovery, wistful, bibulous, mirth, and ignominy.

17 comments:

  1. a crash-course
    in skirting mirth in favor of ignominy.

    Where do you come up with these lines? This was not an easy group of words to work with but this rocks. I also love the idea of dividing up the 14 lines into tercets, with the couplet providing the punchline.

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  2. Your link is showing, at Toads.

    I am having an out-of-sync day/week/life myself, so this hits home for me.

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  3. The language here is a treat indeed, Marian. The sense of unease pervades--bibulous, surely a very underused and wonderful word, especially in this context, and the rather spiky jagged feel of it all, with the dense and satisfyingly chewy closure. Like it much.

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  4. Your words are wonderful, as is the mood - all too perfect for grey February days! Malady draping roof and what's inside! It all works wonderfully. k.

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  5. Nice weaving of words, specially the second stanza ~

    I feel some days are like these, nothing is fresh & going right ~ Have a lovely week ahead Marian ~

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  6. I agree with McGuffy Ann: Definitely well said.

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  7. What a fun read. I see someone that isn't feeling well on a grey day in a grey mood. Good work!

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  8. "your wistful
    wishing for a healing now seems
    almost adorably quaint"

    I love that! Amazing job with some very difficult words.

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  9. You whupped those words' ass! And wrought an amazing poem.

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  10. nice one - you built a cool modern sonnet - much more fun then old Bill Shakespeare.

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  11. hey hey glad you all liked this! hard to make it say something, especially when sick sick sick as a dog and my head full of muck. thank you, lovely friends.

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  12. ... 'malady drapes across the roof like (a mallard??) duck cloth' ~ great delivery of fourteen lines!

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  13. !! I think this described February !! :) Amazing work AND with a word list!

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  14. Ma'am, that second stanza is a keeper.

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