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But it's fun to dabble in poetry every now and again. So I thought I'd start a thread where anyone who's interested could create a poem, or maybe post one they've already written.
Here's one I thought up recently.
I Never Saw Her Angry:
I never saw her angry, though she had a right to be,
and sometimes deep within her eyes a hidden pain I'd see.
I never heard her speak a word unkind beneath the sun,
though bile oft filled the words of her beloved one.
I never saw her angry, she's always quick to laugh,
and yet sometimes I blink tears away unshed in her behalf.
For embracing life wholehearted, being open with her love,
when the bonds she's tied now weigh her down and press her from above.
Her hopes and dreams stray far away, she's trapped in yesteryears,
pictures, photographs, family lines draw thought from present's tears.
Note from Kathleen: 13 line rule applies to poetry, too.
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. Oh well cutting out the last lines of that poem probably improved it XD.
I guess I should add that you can read "The Bluff" for free along with some other really great poems on that site. Check it out .
His website for STRONG VERSE, a poetry market:
His review on poetry:
http://www.hatrack.com/osc/reviews/everything/2011-03-31.shtml
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15654
"Imaginary garden with real toads in them" is as good a definition of my kind of fantasy as any I know.
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As if I have time to embark on poetry.
But it will be fun to learn a little bit -- and it can only help my prose.
A classic poem I find an instructive corrective. Poor Mr. Cheevy has entirely the wrong relationship to fantasy et al.
One of my favorite poets. In this she explores, among other things, the complex interrelationship of myth and reality.
Excerpts from The Walls Do Not Fall by H. D., aka Hilda Doolittle. It's an epic consideration of myth and history, the ways they intertwine and shape us. Reading an excerpt of it rekindled my interest in poetry, an interest that continues to grow.
The way she uses rhyme here fascinates me; not with traditional locked-in structural regularity, but using subtle rhymes, glancing rhymes, internal rhymes, to make subtle connections, like Coltrane putting notes together in fresh ways. She uses rhyme like she uses her subjects, connecting and presenting them in idiosyncratic, totally original ways.
His Prayer for Absolution (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176699) sums up my life as a writer pretty well.
I'm also partial to Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-dealt-her-pretty-words-like-blades/
I haven't read much Robert Herrick. I have been reading a lot this month, however. I'm trying to understand more modern poetry. It seems like most of it is free verse, which makes it a little more challenging to separate the poetic from the drivel.
John Donne wrote remarkable Christian poetry:
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173362
And on a different tack, here's a Whitmanesque list of things to be grateful for from Barbara Ras:
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15239
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