The month of February was a wonderful month of poetry for me. I committed to writing a new poem every day of the month of February. I didn’t actually write a new poem, as it turned out, but I did make up for it, by writing a new poem for the couple of days I missed. So the end result was that I did indeed write 28 poems, inspired by prompts given by a small group of poets.
These poets, organised a similar event in 2018, and I think they are planning the same thing for 2020. These lovely people were doing the same challenge, or as near as they were able to. It isn’t easy, to live a busy life, and do writing challenges like this at the same time, particularly if there are hungry children in the household, and it’s your task to keep them fed.
I’m not in that position, the only hungry creature I have to feed is our dog, and feeding Missy only involves giving her the correct amount of dog food, simple. Feeding children involves far more than that, that’s for sure. I suspect there is a poem in that, perhaps I’ve just given myself a poetry prompt?
Let me see …
Yes, not a clever poem here, but a new one, and written in a particular style, one I made up myself, quite a few years ago. I named this poetic style after myself, and called it the Cordonostic style of poetry. It’s one based on syllable counts, in this manner – first stanza, first line 3 syllable, second line 5 syllables, third line 7 syllables
Second stanza first line 7 syllables, second line 5 syllables, third line 3 syllables, third stanza first line 3 syllables, second line 5 syllables, third line 7 syllables, and so on for as long as you like. The poem I have written is not the most poetic example, but it will give you an idea on how it all goes.
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Why I have time for poetry
Feed the dog
dog food, scoop it up,
into her bowl, put bowl down –
eat it up Missy, good girl!
She chomps it all up
just like that!
Now, outside,
toilet break, back in –
never-ending tasks, daily.
She really is a good girl,
our dear Missy dog,
ageing now
getting grey,
older, and slower
but she’s still our lovely dog –
elegant, funny, hunter
a friend for us all –
canine pal.
Feeding kids,
and adults though, takes
more time. Something different
needed for evening meal
each day of the week.
Mother’s job
as a rule
even nowadays,
even if you’re a poet …
Carolyn Cordon - Creative 