in going through some old blogs/journals recently, i came across this classic. i remember it well – it stemmed from an email i sent to my family, inquiring of them what their favorite words were. and then, on a whim, i crafted a poem using all of those words.
(i think many of you have read this before – forgive me, then; in cleaning out old blogs, i wanted to make sure i didn’t lose this.)
we took a poll, and did a test:
we found our fav’rite words to say.
meanings are moot; some words sound best,
according to our wee survey.
a plethora of words were found,
auditioning exquisitely–
voices dangled each luscious sound,
wooing our ears perpetually.
“unlucky” some we could not call
(and carnacopia was one)
with others we in love did fall
(waddling and chicken — so much fun!)
and then at last, two words breezed by–
a murmur and a lullaby.(c) anothernicole.
(like someone else is going to want credit for this.)
the next morning, i got a reply-all from smr, the first of my 3 brothers:
A Haiku:
Beauty of this poem
Marred only by misspelling:
Cornucopia-smr
appreciative, i changed the spelling; but, not to be outdone, replied with this:
A Limerick:
There once was a boy named [his name, rhymes with dawn]
Whose knowledge stretched forth like the dawn
He knew all his spelling
And i thank him for telling
And saving my poem thereupon.-anothernicole
and then there was no stopping us: (click below to read the rest of our rhythmic prattle)
