Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Red car In your red car, slip and slide over the frozen ooze. Ease off the brakes. Stay awake; don't snooze. The day's just begun and there are reports to ready. Work slides by and you take a break, put a frozen burger in the microwave, wait till it no longer oozes red. It's done and the coffee is ready. Through the rest of the day: eat, drink, don't snooze. Slide into your red car. Put on the heater. Ooze out of the parking space. The frozen moon will break through the clouds to show you the way. Once home, be ready to snooze. © 2008 Kåre Enga [165.392] 2008-12-31 Liam was driving in the slush and a red car went by. Why I was prompted to write this I may never know. The form shows elements of the sestina. blah BLAH blah BLAH blah BLAH blah BLAH blah BLAH (A Shakespearean Blah in iambic pentameter): I helped my friend to move by cleaning up his pad. (an alexandrine) He gave me chairs, a toaster, tables, lamp. (pentameter) Elton, Max and Zeph picked up the bed. (tetrameter) His friend Nichole helped too. (trimeter) Almost finished. (trochaic dimeter) I'm spent. (a one foot spondee) But I'm sitting at this table in one of those chairs by the light of the lamp after having finished my toast and life is grand. (A Walt Whitman sentence) BLOGVILLE "Song for Cory" was inspired by a blog contest. The prompt was crazy, candles, cares, cowboy. I started it in Shelly's blog and then wrote more and edited. As some might gather ... there was a song in my mind. Still working on catching up. Still succeeding. Montana: 30.2º at 20:00 10,204 |