Greener Grass
The discontented colt
longing for neighbor’s luscious grass
turns envy green.
“Count blessings,” Mother
says. “We’ve clover daisies, dandelions
and green grass!”
© 2016 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved)
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And we’re off!
The poem above is my poem for April 1st. I’m even posting it here and linking it to The Poem Farm, because this is a Wonderopolis-inspired poem, following the challenge Amy LV set herself and invited us to join in.
To do these poem-a-day challenges, I use a variety of prompts. A document with links to Poetic Asides, NaPoWriMo, Adele Kenny‘s blog and now also Wonderopolis, sits on my desktop. Every morning I check all four, collect the prompts and the let the ideas stew. Later in the day, when I find the time, I compose a poem. It may be based on one or a combination of several of the prompts, or something else entirely.
The subject for the above poem came from Wonderopolis. The lune form was the suggestion of NaPoWriMo.
(This is a word-count, not a syllable count lune—a Collom Lune [though the NaPoWriMo post describes it differently—5-3-5 words—than all the other sites I consulted which say a Collom Lune consists of 3-5-3 words]. This is a 3-5-3 word lune.)
Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
April 2, 2016 at 9:57 am
Oh, this is adorable and wise! I love both colt and mare. So true! Your blog looks beautiful too, Violet. I think it’s cool how you’re using so many sources of inspiration. Happy Poetry Month…we’re in this together! xo
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Violet Nesdoly
April 2, 2016 at 11:17 am
Any, I was thinking of how your poem about your thankful journal and this horsey advice were on the same wavelength. Thanks for introducing me to Wonderopolis. I was hoping to write more children’s poetry this month and the ideas on Wonderopolis are great inspiration.
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margaretsmn
April 2, 2016 at 1:49 pm
The other day I was driving down the highway and spotted a miniature horse wandering in and out of the road. I stopped my car. I walked to the little thing and so did a man who had also stopped. While I called the numbers on the fence, he held the horse. The owners came eventually and commented about how she was searching out greener pastures. She was a chubby thing. We all think that greener pastures are just up ahead.
I love that you find so many sources for inspiration.
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Donna Smith
April 2, 2016 at 2:12 pm
This was a great take on the lune and on the “greener pastures” the young seek!
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