April — A Poem A Day

April 2, 2009


Passing Through


Inside, outside. Outside, in.
My mother grabbed my ear.
“Don’t run through this house again,
“Or I will tan your rear!”

CLA.

Poetic Asides, Day 2
Prompt:  outside

About the author

Quilly is the pseudonym of Charlene L. Amsden, who lives in the Pacific Northwest and is currently working on writing the next great American novel. You may visit her writing blog at http://charlene-amsden.com.

20 Comments

  • Bill says:

    You are a poet and you didn’t even know it.

  • Quilly says:

    Bill — then why did I work so hard to get a rhyme?

  • Jientje says:

    Did she really?

  • Melli says:

    Short and SWEET! Now that’s poetry I can understand!!!

  • Doug says:

    Et tu, Quilly?

  • Quilly says:

    Jientje — uhm, no.

    Melli — I loved yours!

    Doug — I am in a quandary. Is this a lament about a month’s worth of bad poetry, or surprise that I was expected to behave? (Why do you think the grownups wanted me dead?).

  • Nessa says:

    A very clear warning and a very good poem.

  • Dr. John says:

    Missed this one too. What a great little poem. I loved it.

  • Thom says:

    It seems to me
    that poems can be
    short or long, easy or hard
    and in the end it makes you a bard

    It gives you a choice
    to write out your voice
    But just make sure
    that the words are pure

    In coming to a close
    I choose a prose
    It makes no sense
    So I’ll just sit on the fence

  • Barbara H. says:

    I remember hearing similar things growing up.

  • Andrew says:

    I’ve said this many times to each of my children. (doesn’t seem to work, though. :)

  • Quilly says:

    Nessa — and a true story, too!

    Jientje — ?

    Dr. John — I am pleased to please you.

    Thom — so, have you entered the poetry challenge?

    Barbara — and are both your ears the same size? I have one I think is just a bit bigger …

    Andrew — have you actually administered the spanking? If you do it once, the threat has a bit more umph to it.

  • Thom says:

    No. I don’t like poems and don’t understand them basically. Sad but true.

  • Quilly says:

    How is it you managed the poem in comment #10 if you don’t understand poems? Now I’m confused!

  • Thom says:

    You actually call that a poem? I call it a bunch of words with a word that has a rhyme (sp) at the end of each sentence. LOL

  • Quilly says:

    Thom — you spelled rhyme correctly. A poem is a stylized collection of words (which means the sentences are broken into bits [verses, stanzas, etc,] and punctuation doesn’t matter). Those words concentrate a spotlight on a particular subject in a creative (new and unusual) way. A poem is written with intent to direct (manipulate) a reader’s thoughts and/or emotions (stir laughter, tears, anger, thought, etc.).

    Your “collection of words” were written in a stylized (rhyming) manner. Most of your verses scanned (had the same number of syllables and matching beats) and your rhymes worked. Your poem is written in a manner that highlights your confusion with poetry (there’s your spotlight on one idea) and it moves its readers to chuckle (manipulating emotions). So, yes. I call that a poem.

  • juliana says:

    ouch! i am not at all surprised at your poetic prowess if your mother chided you in rhyme

  • Thom says:

    Now you have even confused me even more.

    So I will pass
    and it wont be gas
    on writing a poem
    ouch I can’t find a word to rhyme
    so I”ll quit this time

  • Short and to the point. Well done Quilly!! I would love to join in the fun… and just have way too much on my plate in April to be sure I could post a poem each day. Definitely getting around to read the others would not happen. Keep up the great work.

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