I was never big on structured or formatted poetry. I like the wide, open possibility of free verse. Besides, I was never much for figuring out puzzles, and that is exactly what structured poetry feels like. But something changed recently. The shift felt big, like it was something destined, something guided by an alignment of stars. What once seemed like a chore I wasn’t very good at became a game that swept me up and engaged my inner word trixie.
It started with Limericks. Those fun-loving story-ettes that play with rhyme and line. The fun began as Eric and I were waiting in a longer than usual car wash line. He recited a Limerick which triggered me to join in the silliness. That’s all it took. By the time the car wash was done, we had a co-constructed piece.
A man from the coast
Had a garden of toast.
When asked if it’d burn
He said with a turn,
“In the Summer the most.”
Complete non-sense! But that is what I love about it. Hope you are enjoying Poetry Month, I am!