You wouldn’t know
Each kissing bough
Avoids by hair’s-breadth’s swing;
Under branchèd reach;
My height-blessed friend
Enters the arboreal arch –
Now christened such by
He stands and smiles;
Opens the whiles,
Whene’er he walks the path.
©2020 Chelsea Owens
Photo by Isham Krb on Unsplash
Acrostically cobbled together for Di of Pensitivity’s Three Things Challenge.
Happy Christmas to you all and welcome back to our Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest! For those of you keeping track, this here’s #7.
New to the game? Don’t know the definition of terrible? I’ve got your back over at How To Write Terrible Poetry. Review it, read these rules, then enter:
- The topic is Resolutions. Maybe you’ve made some and can rap about it.
- For word limit, let’s keep it under 200 words and over 3.
- You don’t need to rhyme, but may if you’re so induced.
- Please, please, please make it terrible. I want everyone reading to make a New Year’s Resolution to never read terrible poetry again -till the following week.
- Keep it clean; like PG-ish.
You have till 8:00 a.m. MST next Friday (January 4, 2019) to submit.
I’m trying out this new-fangled submission form. Or, you can always leave your entry or a link to it in the comments.
We’d like to interrupt your regularly-scheduled programming for this small announcement: Today is my one year anniversary of blogging!!!!!
For 365 days I met my goal of writing a post EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
I consider this my true blogiversary, since this site was my first dive into the wonderful world of bloggerhood. At first, I thought I’d post on here and no one would see. Over time I’d work up to writing so frequently and so well that talent agents would contact me and I’d be the undiscovered superstar that childhood bullies and bad-grade English teachers would regret ever doubting.
Instead, I’ve connected with a much better thing: other people who also share a love for writing, a tendency toward mental illness, or simply a quirky perspective I understand. The potential for stardom may still be out there, but I have to find it. I have to do a lot more work than show up at my computer an hour before midnight, blearily trying to think of a rhyme for Engrish.
If you’re still with me, I also need to announce another announcement. I will no longer write every day. Frankly, the stress has been high with things like, say, four active children and housekeeping and a side job and breathing in and out. Yes, I will regularly post; no, it shan’t be daily.
Thank you so much to The Academy and such, but most so to my family for surviving and supporting and to ALL OF YOU reading my words right now, before now, and in the future.