I was challenged today to write an unusual type of poem: a list. The challenge was to take any type of list–”to do,” places you’d like to visit, ranking of the “Police Academy” movies–whatever you’d like, and craft it into a poem. Trying something different was fun. Here’s my stab at it:
Grocery List
Milk
Bananas
Cocoa
Kabob ingredients
Stretching arm for the lady who cannot reach the top shelf
Cereal
Speed for my racecar cart (must beat my best time)
Bread
Sugar snap peas (almost finished)
Patience for the checkout line
Smiles for the sunny toddler, the checkout line ambassador (who made it my best time)
Care to play? Post yours in the comments.



March 18th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
It’s nice to see you doing some more poetry here. Plus, it’s nice to see we’re having kabobs sometime. Woohoo!
March 18th, 2008 at 10:41 pm
All I can think of while reading your poem is Larry and Mr. Luntz:
“Kung Pow”
“Chicken!”
“Sweet and sour”
“Chicken!”
etc.
March 21st, 2008 at 10:19 am
LOL at Dave and Dan. I have pondered this several times this week and I have a hard time doing poetry using the normal “Roses are Red” variety and now you want me to make poetry out of a list?!?!
Creativity
Lists
Constantly flowing
Always growing
Present for DH
Layout for Kat
Card for Dear Friend
Alter that mat
So much to do
So little time
Snuggle the little one
Make up this rhyme.
March 24th, 2008 at 9:12 pm
Christi’s poem is excellent, but since my brain is fried, I cannot rhyme (fried and rhyme were kinda close though!)
construction
new roof
phone lines cut
alarm wiring
footsteps overhead
wireless network
too many decisions
gggrrrr
March 25th, 2008 at 2:40 am
That is a poem challenge. Nice work by all of you!
For some not so nice work…maybe a little out of the challenge context:
prep for the tax man
proposals for the boss man
clean house for the family man
read time management book for me. man!
March 29th, 2008 at 1:25 am
I don’t get it
So I won’t try.
Instead I’ll go
and eat some pie.
March 29th, 2008 at 8:01 am
Wow. Deep.
March 31st, 2008 at 5:03 am
I’m mightily impressed with all of your handiwork. Now, don’t you feel like your literary horizons are broadened?
…Now I need to find some other odd poetry form to unleash on you…