Tag: pet dogs

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 …