OK, trying something new today. My poem below is from a prompt at the imaginary garden with real toads blog. The idea here is to use your name in some way in a poem:
Nine in Dog Years
You imagine carols as
songs of angels, mangers,
bright guiding stars, kings
of orient are bringing gifts
while shepherds watch
so tell me, where is
a connection to this Carol
born under sign of the ram?
Once I was the Carol
of Neil Sedaka’s song,
treating the boys cruel,
making them cry,
because I was truthful,
couldn’t say the lie about love.
Now, I’m still only thirty four
million minutes old, only
nine in dog years. Next birthday
I’ll make tea from the seven
ounces of boiling water heated
by all the candles on my cake.
No angels or kings invited
but maybe a few poets.
Carol A. Stephen
Ah, when i think of Carol, I think of “Carole King.” I really LOVED her music. I enjoyed your poem!
Carol- This is beautiful. I am so glad you participated in Imaginary Garden with Real Toads today. It’s so nice to meet you.
Carol sounds such a joyous name; I think of the carol of morning-birdsong. I loved your words too.
I really enjoyed this response to Laurie’s prompt, Carol. Good to get to know you on Real Toads.
Great poem, as per your usual. Since I’m a doggie person, it warmed my heart even more. And I thought it was an interesting challenge.
However . . . Bit of a stretch for me to come up with a poem with my name in it.
Although, there is a town called Sherrill in Arkansas which I simply must put on my bucket list to visit. A guy named George Sherrill shot up a bunch of kids in a McDonalds in a pre-Google-able year. Wikipedia tells me something that urges me to try to marry a certain Atlanta Braves pitcher, first name George as well. If I do that, I would become Sherrill Sherrill. And then we’d move to Arkansas..
Thanks, everybody! It was a fun challenge. Looking forward to more of them
I also meant to say that I enjoyed your poem very much. A very clever take on the prompt. I also loved the title!
Thanks, Mary. I just visited your poem, and I loved it!
Thank you for the link to your blog, Carol. I enjoyed your poem and appreciate your sharing of the exercise.
Have a nice weekend, Andrea
OH I SO LOVE this poem!!!!!!! What a delight! I LOVE “Nine in Dog Years”. My granddaughter gave me a mug that says “In dog years, I’m Dead.” Hee hee. I love the boiling water from the heat of the candles on your cake. SO cool to meet another wild woman!!!
Thanks! And another wild Canuck to boot! lol
Hi there Carol — I like your interesting response to a prompt I found difficult. “Dog years” made me laugh, and I’m older than you are, but it’ll be a while before I’m 10 in dog years. :o)
Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel
This is delightful. I popped over from Kay’s blog. I live south of Perth, we’re practically neighbours! Cheers from Cottage Country!
Hey, small world, right? I was in Perth last night for a poetry slam! At the Factory Grind. First time I’ve been there. Neat place!
Got to love dog years. And the guest list? Perfect.
Glad you liked it!
This was clever and so fun to read! Nice to meet you!~
Thanks, Ella! I appreciate the positive feedback!