About Poetry – Part 2.b

Sounds are the basis of poetry, not the pursuit of some glorious combination of them, but sounds as just a reality. The fact that it is an inexplicable reality should make us want to learn about sounds, because not wanting to is like being a blindfolded painter. A blind painter would be more respected, than someone who has no desire to lift an ear to poetry fully conscious of its fleeting sounds.

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About Poetry – Part 2.a

The first thing about sound within a line of poetry, that either is or is not being carried over to the next line of poetry via end-stopping (punctuation or some other method) or enjambment (the way the line is broken and carried over to the next line), is that its most basic building block is that of the syllable.

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Another side of Poetry

Before beginning the second post on great poetry, I want to take the time to talk a little about myself. About ten years ago, slightly more, I made a conscious derision to stop writing, thinking, or doing anything to do with poetry. This was not because I did not want to write it,

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About Poetry – Part 1

I want to give some background to the power a poetry, in this case a sonnet, can contain with in it. First, we will have to break down what a sonnet is. A sonnet comes in one of four primary versions. Each of these contain a different rhyming structure, which I will later post a blog about, but all sonnets traditional will have 14 lines of what is called iambic pentameter.

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I Looked for You

I looked for you
in places we used to go,
I returned, I had seen,
and was conquered.

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Auto

The future is so far,
the destination further still,
and like head lights cast down the road

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Pablo Neruda Was No Mad King

How could we
leave you at the shore,
or forget you
or the image of those little boats.

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I Was Sad to See You Go

Life is so short,
death is so long,
and happiness
is in between.

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Mad Fowl

Sometimes, I think that I live out
of city lights and on the farm.
I mean, the chickens are out

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The Mad King of Araucani

My vast kingdom, larger than France and Spain
led a crusade against conquest and genocide,
I did not have birth right, nor did I take it by sword,

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It Was An Honor To Know Him

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone, is more
than one can bare. Atone we will

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You Can Do This – Part 2

But that was then and this is now.
Today, even the gods of Rapa Nui

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The Fool

Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me

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You Can Do This — A Prayer

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone is more

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Appropriate Arrangements

When you are wrinkled with wrack
and worry, and all outside
of the window whips by,

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All the World is a Common Thing

I woke in twilight’s magic hour,
between the pitch of night,
pulled down over the land and sky

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Appropriate Appointments

When you are wrinkled with wrack and worry,
and all outside of the window whips by

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The Hazel Tree – version 2

We do not know exactly what is believed
until the moment it is placed at feet,
there is either faeries at the bottom,

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The Hazel Tree

With roots extending to the underworld
the hazel at the borders hides fairies,
and all creation is astir.

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Borrowing Sugar

I like my coffee sweet,
my tea the same, and neighbors nice,
and so I keep borrowing sugar—

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