I had some literary fun over the weekend.
Chip MacGregor – Agent Extraordinaire -- sponsors a bad poetry contest in honor of his birthday each year. Chip MacGregor. Chip is not my agent, not even close...but I claim 6 degrees of separation status.
How could I not participate in this contest? You guys know that bad poetry is one of my fortes.
I went for tragic, classic angst.
Chip had this to say about my entry. "Yes! Wonderfully bad, Kelly!"
Cumulus Angst
Why?
The sky? Blue? Why?
Acid rain falls from it.
Blackening my thoughts.
I say the sky
Is poison.
So the grass then
Is painted
In shades of gray.
Why?
I didn’t win. I didn’t even place, but Chip gave me a bit of a nod. You must go to his announcement to read it.
I lost to “Blind Puppy on the Freeway,” “Ode to Snow” and “Moose Without Lips?” I’m honored.
Check out Chip’s blog comments to read the other entries.
1 comment:
Yeah. It sucked. Congrats.:) I love the title Blind Puppy on the Freeway.
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