Read the Signs

Day 26 of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) .

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt is to write a sonnet. The strict rules of sonnets:

  • 14 lines
  • 10 syllables per line
  • Those syllables are divided into five iambic feet. (An iamb is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable).
  • Rhyme schemes vary, but the Shakespearian sonnet is abab cdcd efef gg (three quatrains followed by a concluding couplet).
  • Sonnets are often thought of as not just little songs, but little essays, with the first six-to-eight or so lines building up a problem, the next four-to-six discussing it, and the last two-to-four coming to a conclusion.

The “rules” are somewhat bendable, but I tried stay relatively true to the strict format. Herewith:

Sales Pitch (Read the Signs)

The sign says No Solicitors. You knock.
Beware the Dog that lunges at my door.
“The rats and piss ants this year run amok.”
You’ll slay them all. They’ll bother me no more.

A spider egg sac hangs upon the wall.
“A hundred spiderlings your home will fill.”
More likely to my garden they will crawl
to feast upon the bugs you wish to kill.

No rodents, bugs or crawlies bother me.
The poison’s “safe for pets,” you persevere.
My Wildlife Habitat sign plain to see;
No chemicals have touched my yard in years.

Your sales pitch failed, now please just go away.
My “pests” will live to see another day.

Just One

For Cee’s Black and White photo Challenge (CBWC): just one of anything.

I thought I heard a hawk of some sort the other day, so I stepped out on the deck to look for it. This squirrel was balled up on a nearby branch, maybe trying to make himself invisible to the bird of prey.

The bird that was making all the ruckus finally flew to the same tree, but it wasn’t a hawk at all. I’m thinking it was one of those tricky fellows that can mimic other bird calls. Good enough to fool both the squirrel and me!

The Grand Scheme

This week’s Daily Post photo challenge asks “Where do you belong?” and the challenge is to “show us your Place in the World  … give us a glimpse of who you are in the grand scheme of things.”

In the grand scheme of things… hmm.

To begin with, my place in the world is under the sun.

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That’s the grand scheme part. But where do I belong?

I belong in the space where the currant bush that was given to me by my sister grows.

place2

I belong where I can watch the changing of the seasons on an ivy-covered wall.

place4

I belong where wildlife visitors are welcome to drop in (with some notable exceptions, i.e. rodents and wasps).

place3

I belong where I can share a red table, a blue chair and a quasi-green lawn with a white dog.

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The place where I feel most at home is — well, at home.

But in the grander scheme, my thoughts and energy, and even these words I’m typing right now reach far beyond the expanse of greenery that surrounds my home. So for a glimpse of who I am, get a glimpse of who you are, and there you will find me, too.

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Unless you’re a rodent. Or a wasp.


 

eager eaters

e-elk

experts say grazing
enables excess weight gain
elks ignore experts


E  E is for elk.

#AtoZChallenge: 26 posts in April, topics to proceed alphabetically. Theme optional. 

My theme: a three-line poem each day (5-7-5, haiku form) with the first letter of each line the same as the letter of the day.