Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure to visit Margaret from Reflections on the Teche for Roundup.
Today's ArtSpeak: PICASSO features a goat. Not a painting of a goat, but a sculpture.
Who knew Picasso made any sculptures?? Well, he did, and this is one that caught my eye.
It's not my first time to write a poem about a goat.
Goats are part of my DNA! Some of my most vivid childhood memories—from the time we lived in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia—feature goats. Goats in the road. Goats on top of the cars. Chasing goats. Feeding goats. Petting goats. Napping with goats!
When I started writing this poem, I set out to write a tricube. But this poem was being very grumpy and did not comply! (You will find quite a few 3-syllable lines remain!) And once I got to the stopping point of my poem, I read it back, and realized I was (again) writing to myself. I don't like heat. It makes me grumpy! So this poem is really me trying to remind myself life's too short to be grumpy, no matter how hot it is! Thanks so much for reading.
Poem for a Grumpy Goat on a Hot Summer's Day
Hello, goat
my grumpy
little goat.
Sun's here
to warm you.
Rain makes
grass grow
silky-green.
That wind?
Oh, silly goat.
It only wants
to blow you
open.
Oh, those final lines, Irene! {Chef's kiss} I can relate to the heat grumpies. :) And who knew that Picasso sculpted? I love seeing, thanks to your journeying, what Picasso will surprise me with next.
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