Poetic forms often scare me, but this was fun as a mental exercise, if nothing else. Also, you might think I’m now all caught up, but that sneaky NaPoWriMo lady gave a prompt right before things kicked off. So I’ll eventually post my effort for Day Zero (which sounds a little ominous).

Violet Triolet

What can I tell you about the violet?
It might grow wild, all over your yard.
I pick up the phone, begin to dial it;
what can I tell you about the violet?
Some people pot it and try to style it,
but those people are trying too hard.
What can I tell you about the violet?
It might grow wild, all over your yard.