The Pleasure of Your Company – Blogging U – Poetry 201

English: Shakespeare's sonnet 1

English: Shakespeare’s sonnet 1 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

So, I actually have been looking forward to writing this sonnet, which is why with the Poetry 201 course, I am doing it before the concrete poem, and the ballad.  I was inspired by someone who I met this year. The way I responded to him has changed my outlook on who I need and want in a partner.  This person made me feel so much of who I am, I didn’t even question it. I could be exactly who I was without any artifice or a hidden doors. I was who I was, and it was the most comfortable place in the world.

So the assignment was : Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

I went with the Shakespearean  Sonnet in the abab cdcd efef gg writing scheme. As for pleasure, easy to see, and as I was writing this to someone, well, the apostrophe fits. I hope. 😛  I do hope you enjoy.

 

The Pleasure of Your Company

I’ve had the pleasure of your sweet time
On this the day you came from far away
When the summer sun had yet to be mine
And the warmth of you next to me that day

I was lost but you found me once again
Becoming more to what I was before
Now I know truth of so much more remain
And a change is what I know desire for

My hopes are open and so much clearer
All things have taken on a grander light
The pages I write are my true mirror
You brought be back from the darkest of night

I can be me in all that I now see
This is the pleasure you have brought to me.

Kate

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The Tastes of Summer – Blogging U – Poetry 201

Okay, so the assignment for day 8 of Writing 201: Poetry was Day 8: Flavor, Elegy, Enumeratio.

My flavor went more with the tastes of summer, but as for elegy…. while there is a slightly somber feeling, it’s not quite my idea of an elegy. And I have no idea if I hit enough enumeratio. I need to work on both. I would never even try to do elegiac couplets. That’s insane. But I hope you enjoy. I’m already missing wearing shorts and being tanned. The summer went to fast.

 

And now the summer has faded away
In flavors of spice and leaves
From burning sun to frosty nights
and the naked bare leafless empty trees.
The days are warm, filled with a waiting sigh
dust and leaves and acorns fall
shades of orange, and gold and red
and green moss growing on a wall
But summer burning the baked earth smell
has faded to dampened spice
and the sun up high in an azure sky
is now not so warm and nice
Winter is coming the birds all chatter
as I’m craving summer sun
I’m wishing I could step back two months
when summer wasn’t nearly done.

 

Kate

It Was The Veil – Blogging U – Poetry 201

So Monday’s assignment was Day 6: Faces, Found Poetry, Chiasmus.  I totally failed on the Chiasmus, but I knew I would because I decided that trying to do that within my book would have been a lot of work, and would have involved cutting pages. Instead I went with Blackout poetry. Which is pretty much found poetry.  The pages below might be a bit hard to read so I will include a typed up version under the picture. Enjoy
It Was The Veil

it was the veil
another peculiar whispered veil,
with that narrow strip
I am her
her heart
my gaze has a home
flushed and a saucy nose of trepidation
cool, somber
the veil of grief gone.
a spirit in the lavender satin
spring.
the feelings still closed
love, honor, grief. Life, death
The words deep in her heart.

 

I’m a little behind again with the poetry, but well, this one took me a while to find, then mark out. Blackout poetry isn’t always as simple as you think. The last page was one of my favorite ones, but well, the whole thing turned out well. Not sure face fits, but well, metaphor and all that.  I look forward to trying the elegies and ballads now that I’m done marking up my book and making my father very nervous…..

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

This Skin – Blogging U Poetry 201

I really liked this assignment because I love prose. I haven’t worked with it much since the spring, but I think it’s fun to write because while there are rules, sort of, there aren’t rules at the same time. I mean, prose needs somewhat of a rhythm to keep it going otherwise it’s just fiction. There has to be a bit of a lyrical quality in my opinion.

The assignment of Day 3: Skin, Prose Poem, Internal Rhyme  ended up being fitting with my earlier post of She’s A Woman In Gold.  I like internal rhyme and I think I might have gotten carried away with it, but words just started hitting together so there is a lot.

Probably because gold was part of the theme I went with along with looks and, well it’s kind of a metaphor if you read both posts. I’m not exactly sure what I’m saying.  Also, as I wrote this, I had Shawn Mendes’ song “Stitches” repeating over and over in my head. I have to add that Ben Huberman’s consistent use of musical inspiration this time around is thrilling me. I have been meaning to write a post for ages about the fact that people say they don’t like poetry, but music is poetry. Pure and simple. So, Ben, thank you! I love music; I love poetry… they go hand in hand. As I wrote this, I felt like I could rap it, which I can’t rap even though I love some of it. But this has kind of that slam poetry feeling. Oh, now that would be fun to do. To go up on stage and slam this one down.

So, without further ado…….

This Skin
by Katie Lyn (see that rhyme?)

Soft skin, the skin that I’m in, satin touch, rarely rough, I’m smooth as can be and all totally me. I’m a little bit more, all kissed by the sun, golden with glitter all bronzed and just fine, a bronzing that shines, smoothing down long thin lines. I’m summer soft sexy, a true golden girl. California’s child, a little bit wild, and really quite mild. My skin is like me, a shield and so thin, I’m easily pricked by words that cut in. A pin is like words, it can just dig right in, drawing forth blood and tears flowing out like a flood. My skin is so tough, from the hot summer sun, but prick and see I’m not all of me. I’m me and I’m not, my skin hides my flaws, my inner true self, tucked up on a shelf. I write who I am, and it’s far from just planned, but look at my words and see who is me. The skin that I’m in is just totally me, I’m girly and sweet, and that’s just who I am.

Again, gosh that was fun.

Blogging U – A Woman’s Gift Acrostic – Poetry

Keeping with the theme of women…. And acrostic poem

With a flick of a wrist, the paper is ripped off

Open up the silver box made of paper

Murmur a surprise at what’s inside

Every bit of delight at the stone the size of a hazelnut

Now that’s what a woman does with a ring that big.

Linger on the sparkle of candy

Ignore the indulgent smile of your man

Keep holding the ring in the light to shine

Enjoy the weight on your finger, so heavy

Grin like a silly idiot

Immensely happy thoughts dangle in your brain

Finger  the stone so bright and green

Trinkets of glitter are so pleasing to have

See? women like gifts.

 

Wasn’t sure where I was going other than when I thought of gifts and women, for some reason I went to Christmas and a ring under the tree.  Glittery things.  I’m not sure I carried on with the simile very well, but the acrostic went okay. I’m not a huge fan of an acrostic unless it’s in rhyme.  But this fits more with how I thought it could be. I feel like it’s an action poem. Like it’s happening right now.  So, kind of cool.

Kate

Blogging U 201 – Poetry Haiku Screens

I stupidly decided last minute to join the Daily Post’s Blogging U 201 Poetry course at the last minute this weekend.  Why? Partly because I loved the course in March or February when I did the last one, and I had plans to do it before Write 31 Days challenge came around. I had actually hoped that it would be a little later in the year, but well. Oh well.

Today’s assignment is Haiku, Screen, and Alliteration.   I could not stand doing a regular haiku so I went with an American Sentence. It’s still technically a haiku if you shift things.  And the Japanese never wrote their haikus with the three lines. It was always one line.  So There. 🙂

The theme ‘screen’ was meant more for a computer screen, but I am dealing with women this month so I kind of want to keep as much of the theme as possible. So as we as women always wear a screen, a veil across our lives, this fits.   I got carried away and wrote a bunch of American sentences…. So while it’s technically a bunch of individual poems, it could also be read as one.

As for alliteration, well the poetry explains itself.

She wears a screen of screams, stunning in its silence of serenity

Shield the veil of modesty and call forth delicate beauty and grace.

A sheer veil across my visage hides emotions and thoughts from your face.

My mind, my body, my heart, hidden from the world of criticism.

She dips her head demurely and a delicate thought hides from you.

Conceal my core, my concrete heart from the coldness in this common world.

A screen, shade, shutter, of shame skates across her hidden face of silence.

Clearly there is a theme of shame. Not exactly sure why I ended up that way, but well, sometimes a screen makes me think of shame.  For some reason I can never go with modesty. Go figure.

Kate

Future – A Sonnet to Think On

Future

The future is a foggy mist waiting
And like water it slips through our fingers
Opening drawers of thoughts of waking
A landscape of ideas that will linger

Dare I attempt to write the things over
An elegy here and a ballad there
The ballad first, an elegy slower
Maybe I should just write the prose to compare

Poetry is in my future plans I know
And the past mistakes will fade in time
Time always fades the mistakes I know
New horizons are in the coming rhymes

I shall miss the companions I write with
But life will go on for I am a word smith.

 

 

Hello all you wonderful people I connected with in the Commons.  This is my last *sob* assignment. A sonnet on the future.  What a perfect way to end the course.  I attempted to stick with a Shakespearian sonnet in style  abab cdcd efef gg, and along with the iambic pentameter.  I’m not sure I managed that perfectly, but I have not had a lot of luck with sonnets.  (@BenHuberman I knew you were going to throw a sonnet at us!)

I thought it might be nice to include bits of the themes from the past two weeks. Water, fog, drawers, landscape, ballad, elegy….  And I think it actually turned out rather well. I have been wanting to work more with sonnets, especially since reading Edna St. Vincent Millay‘s sonnets this last year. She has some stunning poetry.

I also want to say that one of the best ways to write poetry has been using the McGill Dictionary of Rhyme program. It is this rhyming dictionary with the space to write your poetry. It gives examples, a thesaurus of sorts, and the schematic of certain poetry forms, including sonnets, since there are several variations.  You might want to check it out if you are like me and have issues rhyming. That being said, I still use my rhyming dictionary more often, but this is nice.

So, I will probably write one more post on this whole experiance, but for now last assignment down, and what fun this course was.

Passionate Perspective – A Found Poem

Passionate Perspective Found Poem

I think I was limiting myself to what I could write about by using fashion magazines. 😛 but still, it turned out rather well if I do say so myself. And it was fun snipping and pasting with tweezers… My father said I would be terrible at ransom notes due to fingerprints on all the words…. Well, since I won’t be attempting to ransom something, I should be fine. And I loved finding a landscape picture to paste the words on.

I think of this poem as more of a metaphor. I do have my camera, and the photographs of the country are this story of a landscape. Something to escape and dream about. It’s semi vague, but isn’t all poetry sometimes?

I liked trying to find different sizes and colors. I don’t know if I got the whole theme of enumeratio. Did I use enough “and’s”? I liked starting every other line with one.  I’ve been wanting to do this type of found poetry for a while now. Is blackout poetry the same? I kind of think it is. I’ve wanted to do a piece of found poetry using the town bulletin board at the post office. With all its flyers, it’s a treasure trove of found poetry just waiting to happen.

And if you can’t read the poem, here it is again in print.

in my camera the photographs of country light
   and stunning grace and freedom
is a passionate perspective
   and reaching across the fair northern sky
a new direction, a breath of fresh air
   and spectacular joy and living
fall color and strong white light
   and look to move forward to
Fling open the door
   and see a day of dreams.

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