Patchwork Prose and Verse
Today’s poem is an epitaph, a poem written upon death or words engraved on a tombstone. Mine takes the form of a haiku also and was inspired by the meme above.
Finnished
Here lies he whose stuff
got in the way of living.
Don't be like he was.
Today’s poem is a nonet, a nine-line poem in descending or ascending same-line-number-as-syllable order. This one is inspired by a fraud.
#thesmartestoneintheroom
don't read enough to be dangerous
read enough to have influence ~
there is a marked difference
between coercion and
living example
that defines fraud
for all those
who read
deep
Today’s poem is a nonet, a nine-line poem in ascending or descending order with syllable numbers representing each ordered line. My son’s recent hunting experience inspired this poem. 
Bad Boys
two lifelong friends got warning tickets
from the game warden, duck hunting
without the proper life vests
then....held up their tickets
smiled while their buddy
snapped a photo
to send their
moms. THEY
BAD!
Today’s poem is a cherita, a form that has 3 stanzas and tells a story. In the first stanza, there is one line, the second two and the third three. My cherita is also a paint chip poem, inspired by the color keepsakes.
Keepsakes
keepsakes misdirected
keepsakes
bring regret
keepsakes
tainted, uncherished
keepsakes   unkept
The first Sunday in February is set aside across our nation to honor the Four Chaplains. I attended a service this past weekend to remember them and to honor their greatest sacrifice. Today’s poem is a roundel. 
Four Chaplains Roundel
USS Dorchester torpedo attack
four chaplains lost at sea~
knew they wouldn't make it back
serving God on bended knee
price of freedom isn't free
singing hymns in arm-locked pack
Nearer My God To Thee
gentle souls in night so black~
beams for all of us to see
faith, not fear, on Heaven's track
serving God on bended knee
driveway gravel crackles under tires
resident deer appears in mists
hawks hunt meadows for field mice
playful will-o'-the-wisps
gather 'round at night
you can see them ~
ancestors
long gone ~
here
last-minute feels unintentional
for a goal-setting success planner
but I'd love to be spontaneous
retire and travel in an Airstream
for a goal-setting success planner
always checking boxes: Done!
retire and travel in an Airstream?
is there an action plan for that?
always checking boxes: Done!
at the RV show, we sprawled across the bed
is there an action plan for that?
what's my 401K say?
at the RV show, we sprawled across the bed
I'd love to be spontaneous
what's my 401k say?
last-minute feels unintentional
I was in a Pre-K class, where students were making predictions about Groundhog Day forecasts. I Googled the truth and didn’t spoil their afternoon surprises, but I came back to the office and shared the news in verse.
I bought a set of Haikubes a few years ago for a middle school poetry group, and I still find I love to pull them out of the box and give them a roll to see what the universe brings. Today’s haiku had journey and travel, so I rerolled other dice, slowly adding to the poem until the one in the picture was born. 
These dice come in a love set, too, which would be perfect for Valentine’s Day poems. 
For today, the travel bug bites. The Aurora Borealis is calling to me even through the dice. I’ve always wanted to see the hems of angel’s gowns in emerald and amethyst dancing through the heavens at night.
Today is my grandson River’s fifth birthday, and what a joy he is! His smile lights up a room, and his eyes talk. I chose an Acrostic Cinquain, a 5-line poem for my favorite 5-year old with 5 letters in his name. Happy Birthday, River! 
River
Inquisitive, Vivacious
Volunteering, Kayaking, Snuggling
Everybody's favorite Transformer master!
(g)Randson
