Patricia Harris-
Patricia Harris is a dreamer, crafter, gamer and digital artist who loves creativity in life. A half mad poet, her writing is found all over social media and various other websites. She is a devoted mom who can be found doing a variety of art when she isn’t penning poetry and writing words. She is owner of the indie publishing company Fae Corps publishing. For more from Patricia, check out www.Facebook.com/mouseypoet or pattimouse.blog
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And as Serena Mossgraves -
Serena Mossgraves is a twisted faery with a love of gothic settings and an urge to scare. She’s constantly on the prowl for new ways to twist old stories into dark tales that excite and terrify. If you’re also drawn to nightmares, come visit Serena on Facebook at www.facebook.com/serenitysfall Or check out her reading list at https://books2read.com/rl/serenamossgraves
Poetry prompts are little bits of inspiration… Either a line to spark a muse, a title, or a picture. Today I am giving you a line. Show me what you can do with it. Feel free to adjust the line to however your poem needs.
Poetry is emotions in written form. It is a pure form of expression unique to each person. It is technical and it is free flowing. Poetry is the world’s most complex and easy form of communication.
The Basics of Poetry I personally write free verse. I experiment with other types… But I am most comfortable with free verse. The thing with poetry is in writing it you can ignore the rules, poetic license is a thing… But you should know what the rules are before you break, or ignore, them.
1. Stanzas They are a series of lines grouped together. Its the poetry version of a paper’s paragraph.
2. Form Commonly the ruleset used for the poem. As I stated… I prefer free verse… But there is also
1.) Blank verse. Blank verse is poetry written with a precise meter—almost always iambic pentameter—that does not rhyme. 2.) Rhymed poetry. In contrast to blank verse, rhymed poems rhyme by definition, although their scheme varies. 3.) Epics. An epic poem is a lengthy, narrative work of poetry. These long poems typically detail extraordinary feats and adventures of characters from a distant past. 4.) Narrative poetry. Similar to an epic, a narrative poem tells a story. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere” and Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” exemplify this form. 5.) Haiku. A haiku is a three-line poetic form originating in Japan. The first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables, and the third line again has five syllables. 6.) Pastoral poetry. A pastoral poem is one that concerns the natural world, rural life, and landscapes. These poems have persevered from Ancient Greece (in the poetry of Hesiod) to Ancient Rome (Virgil) to the present day (Gary Snyder). 7.) Sonnet. A sonnet is a 14 line poem, typically (but not exclusively) concerning the topic of love. Sonnets contain internal rhymes within their 14 lines; the exact rhyme scheme depends on the style of a sonnet. 8.) Elegies. An elegy is a poem that reflects upon death or loss. Traditionally, it contains themes of mourning, loss, and reflection. However, it can also explore themes of redemption and consolation. 9.) Ode. Much like an elegy, an ode is a tribute to its subject, although the subject need not be dead—or even sentient, as in John Keats’ “Ode on a Grecian Urn”. 10.) Limerick. A limerick is a five-line poem that consists of a single stanza, an AABBA rhyme scheme, and whose subject is a short, pithy tale or description. 11.) Lyric poetry. Lyric poetry refers to the broad category of poetry that concerns feelings and emotion. This distinguishes it from two other poetic categories: epic and dramatic. 12.) Ballad. A ballad (or ballade) is a form of narrative verse that can be either poetic or musical. It typically follows a pattern of rhymed quatrains. From John Keats to Samuel Taylor Coleridge to Bob Dylan, it represents a melodious form of storytelling. 13.) Soliloquy. A soliloquy is a monologue in which a character speaks to him or herself, expressing inner thoughts that an audience might not otherwise know. Soliloquies are not definitionally poems, although they often can be—most famously in the plays of William Shakespeare. 14.) Villanelle. A nineteen-line poem consisting of five tercets and a quatrain, with a highly specified internal rhyme scheme. Originally a variation on a pastoral, the villanelle has evolved to describe obsessions and other intense subject matters, as exemplified by Dylan Thomas, author of villanelles like “Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night.”
3. Sound Patterns Rhyme is the repetition of similar sounds. In poetry, the most common kind of rhyme is the end rhyme, which occurs at the end of two or more lines. It is usually identified with lower case letters, and a new letter is used to identify each new end sound. Internal rhyme occurs in the middle of a line.
4. Figurative Devices Simile is the rhetorical term used to designate the most elementary form of resemblances. Most similes are introduced by “like” or “as.” A metaphor leaves out “like” or “as” and implies a direct comparison between objects or situations. “All flesh is grass.” A symbol is like a simile or metaphor with the first term left out. “My love is like a red, red rose” is a simile. If, through persistent identification of the rose with the beloved woman, we may come to associate the rose with her and her particular virtues. At this point, the rose would become a symbol. Personification occurs when you treat abstractions or inanimate objects as human, that is, giving them human attributes, powers, or feelings (e.g., “nature wept” or “the wind whispered many truths to me”).
Note that poetry is possible without rhyme, or simile or metaphor. As I said… Learn how to write with the rules and then adapt poetry to suit you. Don’t let your poetry suffer for someone else’s views on what poetry should be.
I have planned to do a poetry based post every day of April… To celebrate national poetry month… And then chaos… You know… My life…. Happened. My allergies are still kicking my butt. Yesterday I was down with a tension headache. I am going to be doing a post later today… But I didn’t want to start off a day late with no introduction of my intent.
I do not know if I will be doing the normal posting schedule with this new posting. There is going to be 4 types of post for the national poetry month. 1. prompts (this is fairly self explanatory) 2. Poetry(mine or a famous poet) 3. Lesson (I with these are planning on trying to show how to write poetry… Or types of poetry) 4. Submissions (I will be sharing places looking for poems)… I am not sure what is going to be what day… But I am going to be trying to post daily. May will see a return to the normal schedule.
Also, Fae Corps is going to do a daily prompt starting later today. (I am the one usually doing the blog there so my headache yesterday prevented the normal Indie Wednesday post. I had forgotten to schedule it)
Lyrics – All along it was a fever A cold sweat hot-headed believer I threw my hands in the air, said, “Show me something” He said, “If you dare, come a little closer” Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay It’s not much of a life you’re living It’s not just something you take it’s given Round and around and around and around we go Oh now, tell me now, tell me now, tell me now you know Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on Ooh, ooh, ooh, ’cause I need this hole gone Well, funny you’re the broken one But I’m the only one who needed saving ‘Cause when you never see the light It’s hard to know which one of us is caving Not really sure how to feel about it Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can’t live without you It takes me all the way I want you to stay, stay I want you to stay, hooh
My 2cents – this song speaks of longing for company, of loneliness. Right now I feel like this is a relevant and relatable feeling. It is a scary time for all of us, globally. Pandemic and isolation…it’s just a level of panic and uncertainty that has a lot of us disabled.
Please, even if you are having issues, try to stay in until this is under control. Isolation is the world’s best shot right now. Stay home and stay safe.
This week, and the Last two days of last week, may be a little bit of nothing posted. I have the allergies that always hit me at the end of March. My head is so full of cotton and crud that I can’t think. I even begged off of my post for Coffee house writers. So next week when it should be posted It will not be going up. I will be back to writing and posting, hopefully by the end of the week. Until then I thank you for your patience.
Also a bonus to make up for it… April will be extra posts for National Poetry Month.
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants A three car garage, her own credit cards He pulls in late to wake her up with a kiss good night If he could only read her mind, she’d say:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
Now the days have grown to years of feeling all alone And she can’t help but wonder what she’s doing wrong Cause lately she’d try anything to turn his head Would it make a difference if she said:
Buy me a rose, call me from work Open a door for me, what would it hurt Show me you love me by the look in your eyes These are the little things I need the most in my life
And the more that he lives the less that he tries To show her the love that he holds inside And the more that she gives the more that he sees This is a story of you and me
So I bought you a rose on the way home from work To open the door to a heart that I hurt And I hope you notice this look in my eyes Cause I’m gonna make things right For the rest of your life I’m gonna hold you tonight Do all those little things For the rest of your life.
My 2cents – The death of Kenny Rogers has hit me hard. Music when I was a child was not as much of a variety. Daddy enjoyed rock(like the Stray Cats and such) but Mama was more stubborn when it came to music. When she was around… It was only country music. I see music as another expression of art. I always have. So I have been more attracted to the way the song made me feel than the genre that the song is in.
Kenny Rogers songs always made me feel. Even more so as I aged… Because I gained wisdom.
In many ways, this has always been my favorite of his songs. Followed closely by Coward of the county. I came from a broken home. My parents loved each other once. In the way you love the image of someone. Both were not seeing the other. And neither were willing to fight for the other. They were children having children and it really wasn’t long before they drove each other away.
I’m not telling you that to condemn them or upset you. I’m telling you that because it is truth and it goes along with the chosen song. Romance is not what the books say… There is no immediate knowing how to make it work. I have been with the same guy for 24 years come May. Some days I am the asshole. Some days he is. We hurt each other. We heal each other. We communicate. We are still together, not because of what we can get each other, but because we are willing to do the effort. I am a firm believer in the idea that romance is based upon the effort you put into it.
So, with this I say goodbye to Kenny. Hopefully his memory will always comfort a word brighter for having known him. And may the game of the afterlife come up nothing but Aces for him.