365 Days- Book I

13. The Letter Poem

July 13, 2018

"Write a poem using words from a famous letter or a letter from your own collection. "

I choose the cover letter by Robert Pirosh , a noted copywriter/ screen writer. My poem turned out to be 64 lines of nonsense, but I had a blast writing it out for I kept only two criteria, each sentence had to start with the word in the letter, in the order mentioned and there had to be a rhyming pattern. I like what it turned out to be and yes, I too, like words.

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Fat dumplings, sizzling hot and stuffed with meat

Buttery scones, flaky and tempting sweet

Ooze with syrup, the cakes and pudding with treacle

Turpitude, of the flies, the treats they encircle!

Glutinous rice, heaped in bowls of porcelain,

Toady uncle, the guests he surveys, with disdain.

Solemn grandfather, silent in his chair, watches the kids race,

Angular aunt, observes, with a curvaceous smile on her face.

Creaky are the winding wooden stairs to the roof above,

Strait-laced elders happy, chances for trysts it does remove.

Cantankerous twin cousins, with teary tantrums enjoin,

Pecunious godfather, however, refuses to part with coin,

Valedictory party, it is, for the college going son.

Spurious excuse, but to enjoy, it is a reason.

Black-is-white? Few would agree, difference is a breath,

Mortician would know, dead is white and black is death.

Liquidate the wine, was the order of the day,

Tonsorial disarray, as in stupor they sway.

Demi-monde were the servants, standing aside,

Suave, however, not the state of the guests outside.

Svengali, she was, he was enthralled and numb,

Svelte and sophistication, to her charms, did succumb.

Bravura! Unsteady, as he stepped and danced around,

Verve he had, for, though drunk, he held his ground.

Crunchy the loose gravel under the hundred feet,

Brittle the glistening pine leaves, with last night's sleet.

Crackly the cold air, filled with broken speeches,