Poetry month -- Day 30 -- sort of

For poem #30, I wrote a Tanka, although not necessarily a true Tanka. A true Tanka would be about nature/seasons and would convey a strong emotion. Mine is a about a cat's nature and only conveys annoyance. :)
The syllable count is: 5, 7, 5, 7, 7, for 31 syllables.

30 – Tanka

Is it possible
That one skinny, scrawny cat
Can spread herself out
Over an entire bed?
Such an act defies logic.

Poetry month -- Day 29 -- sort of

For today I chose a Triolet. It is an eight-line poem; lines 1, 4 and 7 are the same, as are lines 2 and 8. (So really, it is only five lines of poetry.)


29 – Triolet

Gold of eye, lavender of ear,
Chloe cat, where are you hiding?
Under the bed searched, you’re not there,
Gold of eye, lavender of ear.
Strange scratches are emanating
From inside the reclining chair.
Gold of eye, lavender of ear,
Chloe cat, where are you hiding?

Poetry month -- Day 28 -- sort of

A Tercet is a three-lined stanza. The meter is not important, but the line endings should rhyme.

28 – Tercet

You two kittens, look at this house!
Did you think you were chasing after a mouse?
Wait! – Is that my torn blouse?

Poetry month -- Day 27 -- sort of

Today's style was an Onomatopoeia poem, which makes for a poem that is fun to read out loud.


Scurry, scurry, scurry
Clack, clack, clack
Clatter, clatter, clatter
Crash!
Hiss, hiss, yowl
Yowl, hiss, hiss
Clatter, clatter, clatter
Clack, clack, clack
Scurry, scurry, scurry
Shred, shred, shred
Rip!
Yowl, hiss, meow
Meow, hiss, purr
Two kittens fighting --
The furniture loses.

Poetry month -- Day 27 -- sort of

I moved way ahead in my story, but I just could not resist writing a Shape Poem.

Poetry month -- Day 26 -- sort of

Here is my poem for today. I wrote a "Carpe Diem" poem, about living in the moment.

26 – Carpe diem

Kiss the kittens while you may,
Their downy heads are delightful.
The little cats unloved today,
Tomorrow could be frightful.

Kiss the kittens, mind the claws,
You’re lucky just to hold them.
Full-grown cats may give pause
When you try to scold them.

Kiss the kittens, mind the teeth,
Watch your cheeks and nose.
When cats take position underneath
Your chair, they’ll bite your toes.

Kiss the kittens, tomorrow grown
Do not your love defer.
For the cats that make you their own,
Cats to kittens I prefer.

Poetry month -- Day 25 -- sort of

Today, I continue Chloe's story with a Quatrain -- a poem in four line stanza with a rhyming scheme, usually lines 2 and 4.

25 – Quatrain

Our new kitten needs a name.
Should we name her for her speckles?
Should we name her for her stripes?
Should we name her for her freckles?

How about her amber eyes,
Or the color of her fur?
How about her lighter feet,
Or the way she loves to purr?

Her markings are quite distinct.
Have you ever seen a kitten
That had a face quite like hers?
She looks like she’s Egyptian.

We should call her Cleopatra
After the Queen of the Nile.
It may not seem quite right now,
She’ll answer after a while.

Cleopatra is a name to long
For a scrawny cat, so we
Can call her Cleo for short.
Still wrong. How about Chloe?