Over on the Writer’s Digest site today’s prompt is to write a plus poem. Took a little while to figure out an angle for this, but here’s my first draft of a plus poem:

We Live in a Plus World

This is a plus world, supersize, maximize,
for just dollars plus get the combo.

Google +, and if you google plus,
the onslaught of more-thans gives you six

billion plus hits in less than
point two zero seconds.

There’s Med Plus and Pet Plus,
there’s a plus for mature adults.

Plus a Canadian government language plus
for terminology and linguistics, even Wiley Plus

which might be a surfeit of coyotes
chasing a plus-itude of roadrunners.

They never say plus what’s the plus,
it’s mostly minus that fine detail.

One thing you know: you could spend
hours plus trying to track it down.

And for the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a cinquain, there is this one:

Spring, Teasing

Today
out my window
sun in a warm blue sky
the bite of wind hides behind glass
outside.

Carol A. Stephen
April 5, 2013

Carol A. Stephen
April 5, 2013

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Today’s prompt from NaPoWriMo is to use one of the unlikely space ship names from Iain M. Banks as a title and go from there. I read today that Mr. Banks has late stage cancer. So sorry to hear that.  No disrespect intended with this humorous offering.

This did not start out to be a rhyming poem, but at some point in the middle the rhyme started to come. So I went back and made some edits so the whole thing would be in synch. Take a look at the list on the website, though, and see which one appeals to you for your own poem!

A Series of Unlikely Explanations

I couldn’t call because my phone’s on fire,
I couldn’t write— my pen is filled with ice,
I couldn’t swim because I lost my lollipop,
I couldn’t ski— they made snow only twice.

The cat was sitting there upon my tablet.
The dog was sleeping on the four remotes.
The mailman locked the main door to my freezer.
The milkman doesn’t deliver milk for goats.

The census wrote my name without a comma,
and flyers never stay in my mailbox.
I didn’t buy your gift—they had no llamas
and every monkey had the chicken pox.

For every odd and painful situation
I have a good excuse, or maybe two.
They may seem unlikely explanations,
but hey, and what the heck, I think they’ll do!

Carol A. Stephen
April 4, 2013

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