This is in response to a challenge I accepted from Mark G. Harris.
I wrote a post called the Secrets of Tim
(a title I stole from the Secret of NIMH,
a movie I didn’t happen to see–
I need to stop writing parenthetically)
I extolled the talents of my Gemini friend–
his novels, his singing, his playing violin,
the life he lures from seeds planted in soil,
his muted rainbows on canvas in oil
I mourned a painting once lost to the sky
Then a secret I found set my heart free to fly
If you’re finding this doggerel to be a bit dim
I suggest you check out The Secrets of Tim
AWESOME!!!
You recycle an entry like nobody’s business, there, Becky. : )
Harrumph. All I got for writing the first poem of my life was The original was far superior.
Dead to me.
If we lived in Transylvania, would I be “undead” to you?
But of course.
and … is there going to be a Paul McCartney entry today … according to the writers almanac it’s his birthday
That is one difficult challenge!!!!
You came through with flying colours!
doggerel
At first I read that as, and wondered why you were calling Lisa “a bit dim.” On the second read though I saw that it was I who was MORE THAN A BIT. 🙂
Very cool, Becky.