A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| A place for the poetry that I will need to write now that I made a special book for it. |
| I am someone who watches the tube (even though it doesn’t have one anymore). I put things in the ice box and am careful to close the door. Busy hands make short the work and put the bread on the table, for all the hungry mouths I'll feed as long as I am able. But when the day is done the evening hours are mine. I open up the Windows and enjoy my blue screen time. "PromptMaster !" Task Prompt: Write a poem using synecdoche, a literary device that allows for a smaller component of something to stand in for the larger whole in a rhetorical manner. |
The last I saw of the cat she had that look in her eye - her good one I mean the one with which she spies. The last I saw of the cat her taste buds set to mousie, she stalked and sniffed and hunted in dark corners of the housie. The last I saw of the cat was just about one o’clock, just before the chimes, just after the tick and tock. Suddenly the mousie appeared! At the top of the clock he sat. At the gong he ran down and hid, and that’s the last I saw of the cat. Written for "PromptMaster !" Prize Prompt: The thing you’d most likely lose in a nursery rhyme (like little bo peep lost her sheep). |