Common Chaos [Poetry: Anytime, Anyplace…]

Poetry: Anytime, Anyplace, About Anything – Common Chaos

By, Donna M. Monnig

Common Chaos

 

The owl landed on the generator

wanting to abscond upwind with it,

He did so to impress the cowbird

who thought he was a twit.

 

The ghost lived in the gutter; killed

by artillery in the second world war,

He could no longer eat cheese, salt,

or truffles due to a bilious disorder.

 

The quahog lived in the willowy sea-

weed, beneath the mercurial water,

He liked living down below, away

from those dunderhead otters.

 

Non-pereil was Cyclops’ ego; twice

his rodomantades had caused uproar,

He tought seeing the future made him special –

didn’t he know his third eye was an eye sore?

 

The svelte Arabian horse danced

across the desert curling his lip,

He’d recently eaten a clove of garlic,

and his water, he’d squandered his last sip.

 

Through all the chaos of these separate

stories, a common thread, there is but one,

They’re all connected in this poem,

which miraculously is now done!

 

©Donna M. Monnig

 

I know this poem is pretty stupid but here it is anyway. The NaPoWriMo prompt for today was to write a poem using at least five words from a list of 28 words which were:owl, generator, abscond, upwind, squander, clove, miraculous, dunderhead, cyclops, willowy, mercurial, seaweed, gutter, non-pareil, artillery, salt, curl, ego, rodomontade, elusive, twice, ghost, cheese, cowbird, truffle, svelte, quahog, and bilious. As you can see, I decided to use them all.

 

NaPoWriMo prompt: Day 20