Blogging 201: Poetry. Prompt: Journey; form: limerick; device: alliteration
I sauntered outside to the mailbox
without slippers or shoes, just my night socks
but to my dismay,
snow silvered my way
soaked socks on warm feet, such a shock!
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I like the light quality to your limerick. And, it makes me smile. 🙂
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I liked the playful tone and the image of silvery snow.
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Love it!! 🙂
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Thank you!
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Do you expecting something? Why were you in hurry in a snowing night.
Why such a rush to the mailbox?
And the poem ended with a shock, as… nothing in the mailbox!
I’m kidding, It is a nice poem. Careful, words reveil inner situations. This is the magic of the poetry. The material that all Fine Arts are made of. The poetry. Masters say that without poetry (the inner bit of words, rhyme) there is no colors in painting, no lines in sculpture, no notes in music…
night good
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Thanks for your comments. I don’t really go to the mailbox in my socks but I was able to rhyme it! I was just making a regular journey to the mailbox, needing to get mail that came–but your thought on expecting something is good! As to the shock–wet socks can be quite a shock to warm feet! Your comments were fun.
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I love how cute this is! Simple but I definitely feel the dismay of wet socks! Ugh!
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