Day Six: Horticulture

It’s Wednesday but I can’t be wordless today. Let’s have some horsies from Monterano, shall we. And in the poem, a lovers’ quarrel with help of Dorothy Parker.

Prompt 6: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a variation of an acrostic poem. But rather than spelling out a word with the first letters of each line, I’d like you to write a poem that reproduces a phrase with the first words of each line.“

Horticulture

YOU may think you
CAN see where this path will
LEAD us: A patch of green. Nothing
A bit of wholesome
HORTICULTURE won’t solve.
BUT, culture or no culture, even
YOU must know that god
CAN’T grow you green fingers and
MAKE a hortif'ckinculturalist out of you. As for
HER cultural preferences, I like to
THINK Adele is not quite the same as Pushkin.

WORDS IN CAPITALS provided by Dorothy Parker with thanks.

The last day in my NaPoWriMo history

2018: Line length
because they told us to experiment with line length as if it weren’t clear that there could be only

one

endless

undivided

line to go with the horizon above the sea which must be pretty much the biggest success creation-wise geometrically speaking (Read all.)

2019: What if April 6 didn’t happen

What if
on this day in 1941
Yugoslavia were not attacked
or, since it was,
nobody fought back?

What if
on this day 25 years later
a man and a woman  
didn’t start thinking  
how nice it would be to have me? 
(Read on.) 

2020: Merm + Alien

I have an idea. Look at your tail.
See, how it splits at the end?
We pull and
this is how you

t
.e
..a
...r

to bear
new life. 
(Read all.)

2021: I was the fence which needed to be replaced
Hopeful

You know how this ends.
You leave 
and he builds another fence
and another pond
and another stony path
made of stones that he stole from the creek.

In the pond are remains of the broken vase
which the wind knocked down
after he’d placed it on the outside table,
and you said so
since you had a vision
of it falling,
and you said so. 
(Read on.)

This day in my blogging history

• 2014:

  Your children are not your children.
  They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
  They come through you but not from you,
  And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

  —Kahlil Gibran

• 

  2014: Whatever happened on April 6th a LONG time ago? You have to ask these two.

• 

  2014: The story of two dogs

• 

  2015: I saw Telč! (Not my photos.)

• 

  2016: What really happened on April 6?

  Walking, I am listening to a deeper way. Suddenly all my ancestors are behind me. Be still, they say. Watch and listen. You are the result of the love of thousands. —Linda Hogan

• 

  2017: Thursday Doors from Non-Catholic Cemetery in Rome

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