Mar 22,
2016
Writing Club
Prompt:
It’s not
about me. Write a 20 line poem where
every line begins with the first letter of your first name on a topic that
isn’t about you.
Get going you have 20 minutes!
So the
requirement of twenty lines so staunchly stood,
Some topic
I sought that I’d fill with “S”s if I could,
Seeking
something of interest that’s not about me,
Sinking
deeper into distraction this topic might be,
Seems to be
that there’s little connection between a line,
Sitting
between an alpha “S” and an omega rhyme.
Sort of
like a Dr. Seuss book that swings along,
Sailing
through salt and sand and ends in snow sing song.
Set in 1981
with scary eyed swordfish and someone named Billa Bing Bong.
Something
nonsensical a tot reads aloud,
Storing
phonetically those measured syllables and sound.
Starting
points of literacy are in those inky apes.
Students of
reading and writing and shapes.
Staring at
“O” like an open mouth bass.
Snake says
“SSSS” et dans cette case,
Si tu
cherches en Français, le son est le meme,
Serpent dit
“SSSS” aussi.
Sentences state
and hopefully sate a requirement of twenty, maybe.
Some staunchy
lines that saunter sort of together,
Searching
for some silky sweet sounding little lyrical tether.
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