WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 9. Write a “blank of the blank” poem
This chub-a-wub, bushy-tailed cutie
who’s embraced his true calling of foodie,
has put the kibosh
on my nice autumn squash,
and reduced my front porch to a nudie.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
blustery out there
but warm in here with my love
welcoming blizzards
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
Trust sweater season
to have warm conversation
and hot chocolate.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
Snuggle with a sleepy story
under a thick layer
of quiet.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
Steam from the kettle
tells its story of comfort
on my cold window.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
Deanna’s cutie camel, all tuckered out
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 4. Write an “In the (blank )” poem
In the Far Reaches
There’s currently nine
and a half-hours’ time diff’rence
between her and me.
I use what seems nine
checking the clock to reckon
what time it is, there.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 3. Write a misguided poem
A Misguided Poem
When this poem saw
its writer, it counted on
seventeen syllab
-les
© Marie Elena Good 2022
WD November Chapbook Challenge, Day 2. Write a sweet poem.
I prefer my sweets
to whisper, not scream. Infer.
Teach my buds to taste.
© Marie Elena Good 2022
WD November Chapbook Challenge. Day 1. Write a beginning poem, or an ending poem
“Asking for a friend”
Dear fellow persons,
When did handwritten letters
become an art form?
Birthday greetings change
from carefully picked cards, to
instant facebook posts?
Did spelling our words
become an imposition
on us? idk.
When did we mutate
from people people, to mere
convenience junkies?
Have we managed to
make effortlessness a god
of our own doing?
A god that will bring
us to our knees when we see
it filched our intents
made us its robots
robbed us of our humanness
made us drop our
love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
I’m not observant.
You’d be amazed at how much
blows over my head.
I’m like memes that say
“I was today years old when”
I fin’lly noticed ‘this’.
It often seems like
thoughts swirl around in my brain,
but can’t seem to land.
And obvious things
don’t click … until they do. Like
Dorothy’s last name.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
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