So let's have a look! But first, a haiku!
I bought four colors
of a paper called 'Stonehenge':
tan, white, cream, and gray.
And now, a choka (longer cousin of the haiku with multiple 5-7 syllable couplets ending in 5-7-7):
I carried it home;
its size made my gait awkward.
I measured, planning
as to keep the deckled edge.
I cut it by hand,
carefully, with a sharp blade.
My father once said,
"Anything worthwhile takes work."
What if this isn't worthwhile?
And we must have a limerick!
I lay down two colors of ink
on a hot day, me sweaty and pink.
My sweat made a vapor
that dampened my paper
but not enough for it to shrink!
Can't forget the cinquain:
Perceives a new problem:
How to find four hundred people?
And now, an attempt at elegiac couplets (for no reason other than that I find the name well-suited to the result):
Unlike a print which is paid for and carefully framed and displayed,
business cards end in the trash, or, hidden in rolodex dark.
After such work, can I sentence my cards to these uncertain futures?
Attitudes here need to shift, else I have printed in vain.
Sorry, did you want to see the cards?
So you want one, right? ;-)