Posts Tagged ‘One Single Impression’

In-Box Overload (Limerick)

Wednesday, April 4th, 2012

In-Box Overload (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

My in-box is filled to the brim.
The sight of it’s making me grim.
And my virtual box
Is likewise a pox.
Mail has stamped out my zip and my vim.

(Prompted By One Single Impression’s “Inbox.”)

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My Elemental Muse (Limerick)

Saturday, February 25th, 2012

One Single Impression and Amputated Moon prompt us to use elemental in a poem:

My Elemental Muse (Limerick)
By Madeleine Begun Kane

My muse is a force elemental.
It can come on quite strong, or be gentle.
When it’s gone, my mood’s black:
Will it ever come back?
Must I go about finding a rental?

Amusing Verse … I Hope

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

One of my favorite poetry prompt sites, One Single Impression, has asked its poet-participants to propose word prompts for upcoming editions. I suggested the word “amuse,” which will be used next week, starting September 25th. Here’s a limerick and haiku I wrote for the occasion:

Amusing Verse … I Hope
By Madeleine Begun Kane

I try to amuse when I write,
In my quest to pen verse that has bite.
But sometimes my muse
Lets me down. Yes j’accuse!
I suspect that it does it for spite.

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Poetry prompt sites
inspire, amuse, bring friends,
awaken muses.

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Accidental Haiku

Saturday, March 5th, 2011

It makes me fidget,
but I book myself to write
accidental verse.

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Accidental glance,
de-liberating romance—
just the dance of chance.

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Shocking incident:
things accidentally went
exactly as planned.

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Ms. Bristol Palin’s
book contract and dancing gig—
accident of birth.

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Booked reservation
at restaurant, but canceled—
had reservations.

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If you dare mention
certain odd affinities,
brace for fidgeting.

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Itching To Write A Limerick

Thursday, February 24th, 2011

When I heard that the February 27th prompt over at One Single Impression is vellicate, I knew I was in trouble. Why? Cuz I had no idea what it meant and how it’s pronounced. And even after I’d Googled the damn word, it still didn’t feel assimilated. Plus it just didn’t tickle my funny bone.

But though I was irritated by its unfamiliarity, I was itching to write a limerick. So here it is:

Itching To Write A Limerick
By Madeleine Begun Kane

Often poetry prompts can enrich.
But they sometimes can be quite a bitch.
Sunday’s vellicate prompt
On my brain cells has stomped.
The mere thought of that word makes me twitch.