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bluegerl, I still haven't written that fancy, but I did write a poem. I haven't written a poem in three years (a long time for me!) ever since I threw down the paper in disgust and decided that I was a very bad poet.
Every year I tried to write a poem.
It bothered me to see two
Blank straight weeks of lines,
Which broke the meter of the year. I would
Begin most deliberately, having found an idea;
In those days, an ode to nature, usually --
Mountains, rivers, sparkling distances, those things
That seemed most beautiful to me. I was
A Romantic who knew nothing of their creed.
Invariably, the poem would reach ten lines,
Sputter and choke in unwashed rhythm
And thereafter lie on the page limply,
Buried in the oncoming months.
Or, after a surfeit of imagery; well,
A picture can’t hold up so many lines,
And I’d run out of images anyway.
Christmas break is littered with the remains
Of hopeful pictures, half-developed ideas
Left for the new year to make again.
(There is something not quite right in the third quarter of the poem, so feedback is very welcome.)
bluegerl, I still haven't written that fancy, but I did write a poem. I haven't written a poem in three years (a long time for me!) ever since I threw down the paper in disgust and decided that I was a very bad poet. Every year I tried to write a poem.
It bothered me to see two
Blank straight weeks of lines,
Which broke the meter of the year. I would
Begin most deliberately, having found an idea;
In those days, an ode to nature, usually --
Mountains, rivers, sparkling distances, those things
That seemed most beautiful to me. I was
A Romantic who knew nothing of their creed.
Invariably, the poem would reach ten lines,
Sputter and choke in unwashed rhythm
And thereafter lie on the page limply,
Buried in the oncoming months.
Or, after a surfeit of imagery; well,
A picture can’t hold up so many lines,
And I’d run out of images anyway.
Christmas break is littered with the remains
Of hopeful pictures, half-developed ideas
Left for the new year to make again.
(There is something not quite right in the third quarter of the poem, so feedback is very welcome.)
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Date: Aug. 26th, 2012 02:01 pm (UTC)I've messaged you now about things, and I am dying to know what you're going to do now... oh boy!!!!
Can't get over the wonderful 'idea' ... and that last verse... all year trying to verse... then waiting for the New Year to start a new resolution AGAIN!!! Its brilliant. Loves you, one for even TRYING, and one for doing, and one for being YOU!!!! Blue.XXXXXXX
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Date: Aug. 26th, 2012 04:46 pm (UTC)If nothing, all those terrible agenda-poems led to this one, so nothing was wasted! Except probably I wasn't paying attention in class at that point, but ANYWAY :P