This week let’s write a poem with the words governor, sunflower and warm in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.
Monday-poetry-prompt-governor-sunflower-warm
The Sunflower King
Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris
I say, said he, the mightiest Sunflower in the land,
‘Tis I that will lead this day and every day
hence with warm sunshine,
declaring his worth, his intent and his plan.
From far afield the Governor’s voice was heard,
relegated past the weeds and ferns, was he.
‘Tis not for you to say this day
Whom will lead and lead not.
That great yellow blossom ballooned as it was,
by false praise and greedy petitioners.
Listened not to the words wisely offered to him,
Nor did he hear the cries of his devotees.
Turning his face to the glorious rays
of the only orb greater than he,
failing to see the long shadow beneath
the bulbous machinations of his leaves.
He guzzled the sun where no other could,
gain succor, drink or knowledge.
The ones he led, died slowly instead,
leaving him ruling his kingdom of one.
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Very nice. I love how the archaic syntax to gives it that fairy tale feel. Also the “bulbous machinations of his leaves”. Fun!
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Thank you Bartholomew!
There’s a bit of a secondary, hidden message in this one. (Hint: “That great yellow blossom ballooned as it was, by false praise and greedy petitioners.”) Perhaps I should’ve substituted orange for yellow. 🤭
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My love
in layers of wool
wrapped and warm
I knocked the governor
to a radiator derelict
paint-smothered and cold
in a room
where sunflowers
bowed toward her beauty
she smiled to me
as the windows
leaky and iced
slowly start to melt
in a trifold radiance
of the moment
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Love the “sunflowers / bowed toward her beauty” bit. Great work!
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there were 10 syllables in the prompt today, so I only had 10 to work with:
Buy a sunflower
My babies are cold, gov’nor
Help me keep them warm
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oops – you gave me 7 so i had 10. i can count. i’m an engineer with the soul of an accountant
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Don’t worry about it. I don’t count syllables in haiku.
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I’m hearing a cockney accent in this one. Well done!
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Well if it ain’t Eliza Doolittle, bless me soul!
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If love governed our courts
and beauty built our cities
then we would be as warm
as van Gogh’s sunflowers.
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If only… Great little poem!
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Now I’m confused. Isn’t 17 syllables the whole point of haiku. Really can’t manage more than that
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There’s plenty who would argue that the 5-7-5 syllable structure is the whole point of the haiku. I disagree. Search the internet for Kerouac American Haiku and I’ll let Jack offer the dissent.
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I like it, JeanMarie
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Thanks Cathy
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Raleigh
North Carolina
Governed by Cooper
Has beautiful sunflowers
At Dorothea Dix
it’s warm
In fact it’s hot
nonetheless
You are invited
Poetry welcomed
when you’re done
share your experience
of golds, oranges, reds
and greens
and bees
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Nice endorsement for our state! Bzzzzz🐝💟
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A lovely portrait of our capital city. Thanks!
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