Poetry Friday: Oops-topus

It's October, Poetry Friday friends.Poet Irene Latham is on my mind this week. I hosted a stop on her THIS POEM IS A NEST blog tour, and even tried writing a nestling. You can read that post here.It's October first as I write this, and Irene + Octo = her wonderful book, Love, Agnes: Postcards from an Octopus.I've been using a bullet journal (AKA bujo) for several years. I was feeling arty this morning and decided to fire up my watercolor markers and colored pencils to make an October page...  an Octo(ber)pus page. (Thanks for the inspiration, Irene.)However, I ran into some technical difficulties with my purple cephalopod. And the resulting Oops-topus doodle led me to a poem.It's a nonet. For reasons which shall become obvious.OopsBy Laura ShovanDear Octopus, I drew you beforethat first jolt of tea woke my brain.It's a challenge, keeping trackof all those wanderingtentacles! So, Imiscounted legs.Forgive me,Nono-pus.I started writing this poem on my morning walk, speaking the first line and a few other phrases into my phone. When I got home, I sat down and started to draft. My drafting page looks like this:October is off to a silly start for me. I wonder what other Oops-topuses are hiding themselves where we least expect them.