When I had a little more time, I played along with the prompt for Day #24, which was quite fascinating. We were invited to plug our own names into an anagram generator (I didn’t even know these existed! wicked cool!) and then write a poem using words buried within our names.
Using words from anagrams of my name (first nickname, last, and middle—there weren’t any for just my first and last; oh, the difference an “e” and a “t” and a “y” can make). SO many possibilities! I could write poems from this list for a month. I have added basic words in order to make sense, though.
“All that I contain”
All nettle and spleen and retort, standing under pylons of error, tensely, testy, sorry to be made of sterner stuff.
This is an open letter of ropy prose to report, tersely, both proselytes and entropy. I’m a Leo—it’s the pyre for my prey. I am my own Troy toy, leery to open, leery to tryst, leery of plot and ploy, leery of rotten portent, of leper’s leer.
Repel; snort; yelp; repent and restyle myself, relent and try again to be story, enter a type of Lent with poetry.