Although I’ve always enjoyed writing poetry it was not until I joined a Writing Forum that I discovered my hidden passion. Much to my amazement I also discovered there are many different forms of poetry. To be honest, I’m secretly an old dinosaur at heart and much prefer poetry which rhymes – probably a throwback to my schooldays.
Unfortunately, the more poetry I read the less I understand and the more frustrated I become. On reading and researching the topic I also discovered, much to my frustration, many poems have neither rhyme nor reason. What message, if any, is the poet trying to convey? Shoot me if you want but many of the poems I read are little more than a jiggled list of metaphors and cryptic clues. Maybe it’s just me as I tend to view this type of poetry as I would an abstract painting. Those in the know are in raptures while the unwashed mortals, such as myself, scratches head in bemused confusion.
As they say: “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” so I’ve bought a selection of “How to Write Poetry” books. (OK, you can laugh, I have broad shoulders.)
Poetry for Dummies
The Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry
How Poetry Works by Phil Roberts
The learning process will be an interesting journey…
My lesson this week from The Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry is Metre (Meter).
Poetry’s rhythm is organized.
The life of a poem is measured in regular heartbeats.
The name for those heartbeats is metre.
My first exercise is Iambic Pentameter.
Yep, I can see you squealing and hot-footing it off to the hills already…
Before you run please check out my first attempt! I would be grateful of critique, yays – nays and even comments which say: don’t quit your day job.
Kindles and Dinosaurs
How can a Kindle be a treasured friend?
This plastic book with no pages to bend.
Not torn, dog-eared, nor stained with salty tears.
Margins pencilled with notes from passing years.
They won’t change my mind or feelings cajole
For this plastic usurper with no soul.
They say it’s great, but I don’t understand.
This Kindle book in our house is now banned!
You’re not listening, I say: Real books are fine!
I don’t care for Kindle’s latest design.
Gizmos and gadgets don’t interest me
I like the feel of a real book, you see.
I huff as my battle with words is lost,
What price a Kindle with the hidden cost?
Will libraries be a thing of the past
As Kindles advance and the die is cast?
Friends give me their best “I-know-it-all” look
As they chant: Kindles now replace the book.
I sigh, mindful of all the friends I’ve read.
I’ll stay a dinosaur, and books aren’t dead!’
Poetic Forms & Techniques
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