W3 by Nancy Richy via The Skeptics Kaddish. Take a look. Join in.
And while I’m at it – – a silly ditty – a Quadrille – in exactly 44 words on the topic of myth for dVerse Poets’ Pub
Myths
Young Einstein passed math with style,
And Marie Antoinette, meanwhile –
Never said this: “Let them eat cake!”
That line’s entirely, utterly fake!
And Washington – (the man, not town) –
Never chopped that cherry tree down.
These stories are nothing but myth.
Desist repeating them forthwith.
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And here’s a hollyhock from the morning stroll:
Clever take! Nicely done.
Thank you.
I have to agree whole heartedly with David! A clever poem about poems!!
Thank-you. It’s always fun to try and write about poems. I think I come across as a cantankerous old grump in this one.
Josie, if we write then surely we’ve been in that same position. I enjoyed the flow of your poem; very nice!
Absolutely. I am usually guilty of the very things I complain about.
Josie, I love how you use a poem with strong structure to gently make fun of poems that ignore structure, which makes your message extra clever. 😊
Much love,
David
Thanks David. And thanks for always being so generous with your time and comments.
Ha! “Myths” is so much fun! Your rhyme scheme adds so much to the humor of the piece. Well done.
I really enjoyed the melodic feel to this 💞Suzanne
Excellent and what a beautiful flower. I love hollyhocks. One grew in my garden once – to my surprise, but it was the one and only.
beautiful. And the rhyming is stupendous. Beautiful, as beautiful as that flower. Thanks for sharing.
That’s kind of you to say, Selma. Thank you for the comment. Mind you – I intended it as satire, so maybe I’ve royally failed.
I love this line “ arrive at light (like motes of dust) 👏
I was thinking of those paintings where artists show dust motes in beams of light from the window. A lovely romantic, lyrical, soothing contrast to – or example of – the unlovely world of poetic slack and spew.
Love it. Nature mardles. Trees speak to and help each other through the world wide web.
Plants grow well in the soil that will feed them best. Same for humans. A refreshing chat with friends. The mind frees its inner thoughts in dreams poetry the surreal painting even the pictorial and traditional communicate what words cannot or will not. A dance. A song. All of which we are afraid to speak…or even know.
Turns out that the earliest known use of the noun mardle is in the Middle English period (1150—1500). The OED’s earliest evidence for mardle is from around 1480, in St. Ninian.
Normal for Norfolk then?!! And obviously the Hollyhock is Ai generated as is this blog ….