Every so often children throwing tantrums Catch parent faces, bracing fallen sourness Where outlines wrinkle rosy outlook sadly Raisins having pits
Read CC's blog at Poetry Soup, describing sapphic stanza with a jux. I found that form interesting, spent hours marveling and researching. I attempted my first one. Not sure if this is correct-11/11/11/5. In this poem I wrote of a parent coping with a child's misbehavior. The effect of such leaving a wrinkled image much like a raisen on the parents face with the juxtaposition at the end of the poem, which is a play on words, too, raisens/raising.
When oyster crackers fall into the soup I gather my wits, amd my navy recoup. The strategy changes as currents spoon by each little ship sees the enemy on high. They dip and dive in a turbulant sea a tidal wave lashing, the ships can't break free. One launches a missel the size of a pea a flotilla of veggies is something to see.
They fire the carrots, submerge if they must on kernels of corn freed from the husk,
Now man the tomatoes, it's do or die, the pattern keeps changing as as the ships pass me by.
We're given a chance, one we must seize, the pepper is causing Mama to sneeze.
I search the scene all by myself while Mama gets bowls down from the shelf. Then she checks the ***, and lets the war simmer while I set the table, getting ready for dinner.
The crackers are soggy, no longer crisp all of my ships are beginning to list. So much for a battle that can't be won, my family is hungry and the soup is done.