Skeltonic Tonic: Prompt 16


Skeltonic,
or tumbling, verse.
In this form, there’s no specific number of syllables per line, but each line should be short, and should aim to have two or three stressed syllables. And the lines should rhyme.

Have I been feverish? 

Glad you asked.

With this your silly soul

is tasked:

Virtue-signaling,

scowling, masked . . .

Lyrically, I’m quite

infected—

Poetically,

you’re unprotected.

Breathing in all that

fake news,

Alarmed by your own

progressive views,

your hysteria

is upsetting.

(God is absent

from your fretting.)

 

 

I Skeltonized a poem I had already written. I think I like the original better:

 

 

Poetic Protocols

 

To KAREN, who knows who she is

Have I been feverish?  Glad you asked.

Lyrically, I’m quite infected—

You, on the other hand, breathe fake news

Alarmed by your own progressive views.

With this your silly soul is tasked:

Poetically, you’re unprotected;

Virtue-signaling, scowling, masked . . .

Your hysteria is upsetting.

(God is absent from your fretting.)

 

 

Try to come up with
A daily April haiku
On Nature and stuff

 

 

 

 

Cardboard Flats

Do you want to come to the Beer Store?
My five-year-old self jumped in near the wheel;
(knew I’d get a Slim Jim out of the deal . . .)
Quest for Carling Black Label: flat of twenty-four.

Mt. Auburn and Belmont fork: short trip.
The hiss pull-top can sound homeward-bound;
Offered: the cold can coming round
the shady lane corner. You want a  sip ?

Beer cans have a different sort of tab nowadays;
More push-in than peel-off.  What I will never do:
Hand a cold can to an underage son. True,
he was just being nice. Nineteen-sixties ways . . .

Google Earth shows me where the store used to be:
“Father and Son Floorcraft”, which seems funny to me.

 


PROMPT #15:

think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents,
and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit,
before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.