So I was talking to a guy I know who writes poetry, is a photographer, we get along….. And I told him about my doing PAD Chapbook Challenge…. (which I’m technically still working on since I didn’t finish a PAD once and I have a few more I want to add to the chapbook) He told me in all intensive purposes that I didn’t need to worry about challenges, though I didn’t explain that it was a contest. Whatever.
But he did challenge me to a poetry challenge just in the sense that he would give me a word a week for me to write a poem and in turn, I would supply him with a word. For him, I gave him Oolong. I was thinking about the tea and it seemed unique enough. I’m not sure he wants me posting his poetry, but suffice to say, his first poem made me not ever want to drink Oolong again. He redeemed himself with a redo of the first poem, but it still makes me think about the first one.
We have no set completion of this challenge, just dabbling in poetry.
He gave me the word Repose, and this is what I wrote from it. I am still in sonnet mode; thinking in sonnets or more iambic pentameter. I’m getting to the point where I can think a phrase and know if I am there or not. Or close at least. I am getting the unstressed/stressed aspect easier and easier, and I find I really like working in this medium of poetry. There is something kind of special about it.
So here is my reposed sonnet.
A Statue in Repose
She lies reposed a blanket white and cold
From snows so icy while her marble warm
A study bold as winter’s cold untold
And gardens sleep away the chill of storms
The land of Nod is where she sleeps and dreams
A figure whose one dream of summer sun
Is all she dreams as snows do fall it seems
And summer suns will one again undone
She’s classic style, all grace and beauty fair
A sculpture formed from hands so rugged strong
She’s warmth and love from man’s eternal despair
And beauty lies in silent repose song
A statue full of every wish desired
For she is meant to be adored admired