Here's what I've come up with:
Big and Little in the Woods
I am the boss!
Do it my way.
To get it right
you have to watch:
Stick with a crotch.
It has to be gray.
Not too light, and
it needs a notch.
Bend it. Now stop!
Turn it this way.
You pulled too tight!
The string is popped.
Now you’ve botched it!
You should have watched it.
But it’s okay.
Maybe I might
let you try mine.
What do you say?
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What projects are you botCHing today? Can't wait to see!
Mary Lee offers us some cheering advice, along with some growth mindset resources:
Don't be afraid to botch it,
Or you'll sit sidelined and watch it.
You might have to say, "I blew it."
But you won't find out 'til you...DO IT!
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2015
Donna is going for the Intentional Botch-Up, with the caveat that it's harder than you think:
A New Poetic Format
Can you botch up a poem?
You betcha, yes, I think you can.
Like if it is not having a rhythm and
It is not having any rhyme even
though you can, have a poem
without a rhyme
but if you cannot get it to flow;
right then maybe it is a new format
called a Botched Up Poem.
I'm not sure it is really easy to
write in the Botched Up format
I mean, it's like just saying stuff then...
I can't do it any more,
This poem's now a bore -
Can you botch up a poem?
You betch-a, yes, you can.
Just ignore any rhyming
and skip all the elan.
We'd name it Botched Up Poem
a new unique format,
but if I had to write it much
I'd think "it's not all that".
I'll try it once again:
Yes you, can, botch up a poem
but you almost really have to try!
harder to botch it up
than write one that isn't.
Nope, it's too hard:
You can botch up a poem,
but it's harder than you'd think
to write a truly Botched Up one
and leave it there to stink.
©Donna JT Smith, 2015
Kate captures the reasons why I am/was/will be again a quilter rather than a painter:
Painting the Kitchen
I get the sample at the store,
a pretty little swatch.
But when it’s on the wall at home,
it becomes a sullen blotch.
Why is paint so devious?
Why does it sneer and smear?
I tell you true that wall paint
is an easy thing to botch.
—Kate Coombs, 2015
Charles carries us across the goal line--empty-handed--in a resilience poem if I ever read one:
Spiraled missile punches in between my uniform numbers,
It dances around my spaghetti limbs as I try to cradle it
Like a newborn, before slipping out of reach as I cross into
Our end zone, botching the winning touchdown.
Shuffling back to our sideline, studying brown divots on the
Once emerald field, I feel an arm around my shoulder,
An opposing player leans in, whispers, “I’ve been
There, man. Happened to me 2 weeks ago. How you
Handle this will speak volumes about who you are
As a person.” Looking up at my teammates, coaches,
Disappointment lines etched on their faces, I take a breath,
Roll my shoulders back, the words, “No excuses,”
Dancing in my mind.
(c) Charles Waters 2015 all rights reserved.
Holes in my socks.
And Diane did join in on "botCH"--in fact hers was the first poem I received for today, but it was a powerful piece with mature themes that I thought best not to publish. If you're interested, you can follow her link below to read it.
Another great day, folks! Meet you tomorrow for lunCH!