It has been lots of fun and hard work to follow WP Writing201 course on Poetry.
Sadly, I couldn’t follow the last days of the course. Here goes day 7-10 assignments.
Let me know what you think.
And thanks for reading.
Day 10: Pleasure. Sonnet. Apostrophe.
From the tantalizing to the satisfyingly sober, have your poems convey a sense of pleasure today. (Or, if you wish to keep it dark anyway, write about the lack of or longing for that sort of feeling.)
Shall I compare poetry to life’s path?
When we crawl and take small steps
Making haikus with alliteration just right
Short and strong, triumphant stanzas
Learning the language of poetry too fast
Acrostic, similes, rhymed prose and limericks
Speaking from our hearts at last
Is like life’s hurdles, thinning our skins
Imperfects is life’s map and sight
Without chiasmus and enjambment strophes
Neither an ode nor metaphor, as a guiding light
Memories of ballads and elegies with assonant verses
Life rhymed without poetry has no shade
Cold and concrete, waiting to fade
Day 9: Cold, Concrete Poem, Anaphora/Epistrophe.
As temperatures begin to drop in the Northern Hemisphere, let’s focus our attention today on “cold,” and whatever that word evokes in you.
From wintry weather to emotional aloofness to the fun you had during your heyday as a teen figure skating champion, write a poem that will send chills down our spines (literally or not).
I miss the warmth of summer. The taste of an ice cream
I miss the roar of sea waves. The taste of salty wind
I miss the vistas of crests and rivers. The taste of fresh water
I miss the smell of fresh berries. The taste of baked cake
Memories of summer frozen cold in my heart.
All my heart-warming memories
Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio. Make today’s poem about one flavor and why it matters to you.
I chose the flavor of Saint James Rum from Martinique, as a bitter memory. Years ago, when I had friends for dinner, I made a mistake to prepare a risotto not with white wine but rum. Ok, I’m a creative cook but that was trying to become Salvador Dali of the kitchen, as the taste was surreal. It didn’t work but fortunately the risotto was only the second course and better food followed as well as wine to erase all bad memories.
One day after the surreal dinner, we heard news that the couple who dined with us decided to divorce. Until this day, I hear jokes that my rum and risotto combo is to blame. So, I added rum to my bitter memories box, where already lives a bad one, of the day I drank alcohol for the first time and disliked it; the Cubra Libre cocktail of rum and coke.
Here is my poem:
Long gone is Saint James and
The joy of marriage
A clash of Caribbean rum and risotto
Blended with mismatched lovers
Bitterly falling down and apart
A wasted meal and a starved love
Day 7: Neighborhood. Ballad. Assonance. What do you think about when you think about your neighborhood? Whether it’s your block, a favorite store or coffeeshop, or just a general sense of community (or lack thereof), keep today’s poem local, within the radius of a leisurely stroll from your home.
Thundering sounds and roaring voices
Echo in my ears, I just hear
Apocalypse and Armageddon
Through my window, I look for spooks
This is too tough, is just rough
I’m not dreaming, it’s f*** serious
Brand new skates and nasty teens
Jumpin’ off boards, there comes the horde
There are no aliens, nor outsiders
Just my neighbors, and the Ollie trick
They woke the dead and I am mad
This is too tough, is just rough
I’m not dreaming, it’s f*** serious
Love them all! The sonnet is marvelous!
Thank you so much! It was so difficult! I’m happy you liked it as I had no idea if it worked.
It did!!
You’re very considerate.
Fascinating, very well done… 🙂
Thank you so much, Drake. That was a long post and I really appreciate that you took the time to read it.
Have a good weekend.
Great job, Lucille.
Thank you Peter!
You are most welcome!
Good work. Way to catch up! I fell behind but may try the sonnet this weekend.
Thank you, Terri. I will check yours.
I’m still thinking about that sonnet. I liked the poetry class but found it really challenging to keep up!
I noticed that you did it! And loved it. It was difficult, I side with you.
But we got to the end and learnt something new, isn’t it?
I think we did learn a lot! You wrote some great poems.
You’re too kind! You’re away better a poet than this apprentice.
We each had our moments!
Shall we keep trying it?
We should! I would have to make notes to remember some of the formats!
The commons will be always open for consultation. And I guess we can find the e-book there.
True!
What an accomplishment…
Heartfelt thanks!
Lucile, these are marvelous! I laughed at your rum story, sounds like something I would do. Your poems are lovely and your writing is wonderful.
Thank you, Terri. Nice that you laughed at my rum story! I still do.
And thanks for being so kind about my simple attempt with poetry. Xx
I love the first one, and the second one’s my second favourite. They’re all good though. Making a poem about poetry seems delightfully ironic to me. 🙂
Thank you, Phoenix. I’m so happy that you liked it! Well, poetry was so difficult that I had to make a sonnet for it!
My Dear Lucile,
You are a poet
But did not know it
Writing is now the inspiration
Without much hesitation
You will be very great
And there is no debate
Do continue with this essential
With your new found potential
We will follow
Where ever you lead us
Thanks again for sharing
This marvellous gift in flaring
All my best,
Your friend in poetry
Gun
My dear Nila, I’m grateful and overwhelmed by your beautiful poetry. What a heartwarming surprise. You touched me so much with that.
Thank you so much for being so nice and considerate.
Your friend in poetry and photography.
Lucile
My pleasure Lucile 🙂 True every word!
Big smile on my face, and blushing!
All of them so well written!
My Salutations!
Inspirations come from the inspired.
Those make others Inspired.
They in return get Inspired.
It becomes Inspiration & Inspiration & Inspiration.
I have dedicated my latest Post to you Too.
Do read “MY 100”
Love to You.
Shiva