A List Of Poems I Like – Writing 101 Day 2

Okay, so day two for the Writing 101 was ‘Make  a List’.  Well, let’s not waste time just writing a list, so here is a list poem, of sorts. Or my reasons for writing them.

 

Sonnet: why did I ever think I could write you?
Ode: Oh ode, must you be sad? No, but Keats did you best.
Haiku: So brief, you are full of life. Portable and almost cute.
Ballad: I can sing you when an artist makes you great.
Prose: Elegant, me, open and true. You are the best
Sonnet: Beautiful, you are so hard to achieve.
Ode: I could write you to everything and nothing.
Haiku: Your forms are small, execution is great.
Ballad: I can never write you properly, but you are epic.
Prose: My true self is in your form, but I forget you exist.
Poetry: You are who I am, but you are so hard to write sometimes…

 

I kind of like that.

Kate

Map Me Out – Blogging U – Poetry 201

So, Friday’s assignment for Writing 201 – Poetry, was Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor. Map of a woman’s heart by D.W. Kellog 1833-1842

I did a couple of odes last spring with the Writing 101, and I think I liked them…. Okay, just checked, yep, I loved them. See Odes to Things in Drawers – Wooden Spoons & Handkerchiefs

But this time around I think I sort of got lost in what is an ode. I need to revisit it and work on more odes to get the feel.  However, I liked the them of Map and Metaphor, so while I’m not sure this is an ode, I’m hoping it’s close.

Map Me Out

Unfold me out on a table-top
Map me who I am inside and out
I’m made up of rivers of hair
Valleys, mountains and rising peaks
Run down the roads in my palms throughout.

Traverse and travel the backroads of me
I’m a citadel of silence behind walls
A lone city in a country all mine
Fields bare my stamp of ownership
Mountain winds tug me with wild calls.

Folded up I’m a mystery of only a name
Spread out, you see all my hidden flaws
Take out your marker and find points of interest
I’m there but I’m not until you arrive
I’m an adventure of sideshow draws.

I’m a map of myself and not like any other
An priceless country of all that I am
There’s no one quite like me around
My mind is a cave all to myself
And read me all you want, this is who I am.

 

So… again, personal. I seem to only be able to write this way. Not a complaint, just an observation. I’d love people’s opinion on if this is an ode or not. I seriously need practice for sure.  But I hope you enjoy.

Kate

Odes to Things in Drawers – Wooden Spoons & Handkerchiefs

Ode To a Wooden Spoon
Lying in the dark drawer, but not alone
The wooden spoon waits for the moment to come alive
Bursting with possibilities in the mixing and stirring

In your tireless waiting for mixing don't bemoan
You are meant for than mixing and whirring
It is in the kitchen you are meant to thrive

Oh spoon, you are forgotten with the bamboo 
But you are lovelier and stronger than most spoons
How will I ever exist without your strength as I stir?


Ode To a Lace Handkerchief

Forgotten lace lies within the scented drawers of oak
Scraps of muslin and linen so fine and soft
Delicate for a woman's hand or purse

Carried in the past by ladies of fine lives evoke
Thoughts of Knights past in there bravery were never scoffed
A symbol of devotion in song and verse

Oh delicate handkerchief you are lowly to some
But you hold a touch of gentry to your humbleness
And I sing to you and your usefulness in verse

 

I actually want to keep writing odes to things in my drawers. Now, I am no Keats, who wrote magnificent odes to urns and nightingales, but I think these turned out okay.  I was talking odes with my family last night and my father came up with Ode to a Wooden Spoon. I’m not sure this is what he was going for, but I have only so much I can work with.

I was first thinking of handkerchiefs since I use them regularly. I have some lace ones, some quite utilitarian and boring. But they are all rather wonderful.  And I wanted to write about sweaters, and jeans, and pencils and scissors, and stamps, and various other things I keep in drawers.  Can we do an Ode to a Paperclip?  This was fun, and today I checked out some more books on Odes and Ballads and other various poems.  I liked poetry enough, but with this Blogging U course, I am full of poetry!!!!

Okay, I’ll calm down.

Kate