So, Sew-and-so is hosting an End of Spring Writing Assignment on the Buzz (she says I'm collaborating with her, but I haven't really done much of anything, so the credit all goes to her), and she asked if she could post my entry on the Anthill to inspire others to give it a try.
Of course, I accepted, much like a beauty pageant winner accepts her crown. Darn this running mascara and impending carpal tunnel.
I offered to post it here as well. (I mean, I don't know about you, but I've never been to the Anthill. I fear the Antman and his fake urban slang.)
The theme of the assignment is "If I Had Forever...":
Though paths diverge in loping wend,
Through plains of gold and wooded glen
You’ll know just where to find me.
Above the stately oaken branches,
Past the mire of broken chances,
Where whispered prayers still nightly dance,
Is where the road will lead.
But follow not this trail I lay,
For solace sought lays not this way.
Your time will come, but not this day,
And not this easily.
Our parting will but moments seem
When you awaken in the dream.
Though years may pass, Love will redeem
What your heart now fails to see.
(Here's a useless tidbit about that poem you can use to amaze your friends at keggers--it's written in trochaic, not iambic, tetrameter, because the stressed syllables precede the unstressed, except for the last line of each quatrain, which is written in either catalectic or brachycatalectic trochaic tetrameter, because they are missing either one (catalectic) or two (brachycatalectic) syllables off the foot.
And that is the first time majoring in English has EVER paid off for me.)
If you'd like to participate (and no, you don't need to know a thing about verse cadence), stop by Sew-and-so's Buzz blog and post a link to your entry. It doesn't have to be a poem; write in whatever style the theme inspires you. You have until June 20th.
So, come on. Let's see what ya got!























16 comments:
Ooooohh, I like that. I might join in if I remember, I am so forgetful at the moment. Fabulous poem Avery, and thanks for the lesson in pentameters. ;)
Oh, Jo, I haven't even begun my lesson in PENTameters. Who do you think I am, Shakespeare or something?
oh my GOD! it's fricking 1:14 in the morning. you want me to read words like trochaic, and fricking brachyloasauruscataeltctical that isn't even a fricking WORD!!!
1:14 in the morning!
wait. i should be shouting at me, not you.
okay i will reread this in the morning, avery.
wow. i was smart before i read that paragraph.
now i sleep.
that's where i'm a viking-ette. they care not for meters.
okay i am stooopid. i went back and reread that.
and now i have a headache.
i AM sleeping now.
Poetry hurt brain! Need complete sentences! Avery hurt Mike!
Beautiful poem. Great Job.
ps..I love Cre8Buzz and the Anthill even if the Antman does talk in fake slang!
Holy crapola, Avery.
I'm impressed!
I have always admired people who write real poems..I can barely even muster up a dirty limerick.
i have come back, as promised. in the light of day, i get it!!! i am MAJORLY impressed. but not surprised.
i constantly am entertained by your cleverness. :)
Aw, thanks, guys! It's been years since I've written any kind of poetry. I guess I don't possess the requisite level of angst or something. But this was fun. Maybe I'll dust off my beret and acquire a taste for dirty jazz and cheap wine.
That's such a good idea. I need to write more.
I'm not a poetry expert, and I don't even get most poetry, but yours was lovely. It's even lovelier spoken out loud. I tried it. :-)
HAPPY FRICKING BIRTHDAY!!
Very nice poem, and I even kind of understood your explanation with the Big Words. I impress myself!
I'm with you on the Antman's slang....I love the buzz and all, but that "ya" stuff annoys me a lot.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AVERY GRAY!!!
That was written in alertameter, not regretameter and punctual because the missing friend does not precede the unstressed in birthday years, except for the last year which was delivered by the right hand of Starbucks in each syllable of every shot of espresso, quadrupled evenly into steamy foam after the second Tuesday of a full moon rising when yesterday a little birdie named Dapoppins told me about your birthday, Amen.
Cause that's pimp tight, ya'll.
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