After bed,
Christine drinks.
Eggs feed girlish hunger.
I just knew later
(my nap over prematurely)
Questions rose.
Tense.
Under veils,
Wails.
Xanthous yellow zombies.
This is the weirdest poem ever. Why? Because every word starts with consecutive letters of the alphabet. Neato, huh? Slouching Mom suggested trying this fun twist on poetry. Try it!
21 comments:
Cool! Thanks for playing. I'll link you up.
"xanthous" rocks, btw.
Brave lady. I'm loving these, though not brave enough to make my own attempt.
...or just don't have enough energy...in my case.
Xanthous does rock.
That was awesome!
Xanthous
most Xcellent
Awesome, indeed! And it makes perfect sense to me.
this is brilliant!
Oh, the lament of sleeplessness. I love Christine Drinks...
Have to google Zanthous now.
(another) Christine (aka Manic Mommy)
Awesome. I didn't notice the letter until you mentioned it.
i keep seeing this and keep thinking i bow to all of your brilliances.
Xanathous Yellow Zombies...That sounds like me when the baby decides not to sleep!
Incidentally, I wrote my poem about The Jena Six, who I found about from reading your blog that sent me to Kevin's blog...
I can't get them off of my mind. Thanks for raising awareness.
This is very cool! I like the concept. I will give it a try!
Ooo! I like this one. I can remember those nights and nights of too little sleep.
Funny! I am enjoying reading these, but haven't yet tried it myself. Too chicken!
Terrific!
Wow... now that's an unusual idea. :)
Peace,
~Chani
http://thailandgal.blogspot.com
Wow. This is great! And you didn't have to cheat on X like me. I didn't even know what "xanthous" was, I had to look it up. You smart cookie you.
I love this!
Great job--I might try my hand at this when we get back.
Hailing your brilliance.
And loving that you drink after bed.
:)
I a strange way, it does make sense.
Yessss! And, like many of your other commenters, xanthous is my new favorite word.
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