World Poetry Day

As I am low on energy… Tell me your favorite poem or favorite poet. Let’s see what you enjoy.

Monday Poetry

Coffee House

Pray for Ignorance

Life’s gift on coffee house

The editors on coffee house writers challenged the poetry department to write a sestina. That is so out of my wheelhouse, so I am very proud of the result. So proud that I used it for my post this time.

http://coffeehousewriters.com/lifes-gift/

Ode to poetry

The technical definition ode
/ōd/
noun
a lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject, often elevated in style or manner and written in varied or irregular meter.
a poem meant to be sung An ode is a type of lyrical stanza. It is an elaborately structured poem praising or glorifying an event or individual, describing nature intellectually as well as emotionally. A classic ode is structured in three major parts: the strophe, the antistrophe, and the epode.

In plain words… An ode is a poem written about a single subject that is usually meant to be sung. (You see this often with poetry… Meant to be sung. Not all poetry works as song, but if you can’t at least read it aloud then you need to rewrite it.)

I am a free poet. The more structure in a form the harder time I have with it. Not because I do not know how to write within a structure, but because I don’t like the confines. Some poets are assisted by the structure. I am not.

I read that the best poets know and understand the rules of poetry so as to break them. I have been finding out lately that I can write these forms, just that I do not want to. However, that is me. You may enjoy the structure of a new form.

Here is my attempt at an ode.

Emily Dickinson

So, first I apologize for the lateness, today has been incredibly busy.

Emily Dickinson was the first poetry I ever read. I was amazed by the images her words… After her I found other greats such as Poe, Shakespeare, Blake, and other such poets. Still she was the first and still one of my favorites.

Coffee House – Halfway Home

http://coffeehousewriters.com/halfway-home/

Monday poetry

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I think that the teenager I was fell in love with the idea of a teen girl poet. Her words spoke to me deeply. Btw… My apology for missing Sunday. I slept all day.

Sylvia Plath

Found on Google

I found this poet through her prose. Her Bell Jar was an amazing read.