Dick, you should post these poetic challenges to the blog! For anyone who missed it:
http://host.madison.com/news/local/writers/pat_schneider/craft-some-couplets-about-madison-and-your-poetry-might-go/article_bf073046-3bf7-11e3-8c84-0019bb2963f4.html
This
is your chance to be published! Become famous! Share your talents!
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As for me, I could not open the contest link within the link, but here is what I might post there:
I ought to spend more time in Madison
Before I try to make the city rhyme.
And as for couplets? Spend ten minutes on it
And string together seven for a sonnet!
Here is my latest (barely-coupleted) effort. And Dan, btw, I will be taking the time this weekend to read your story!
PEACE
I clean my house
the way I pay my debts
the way I find my peace:
a little at
a time (a resting place
in greener fields
now and then, forgiveness
by the silent
waters). So far,
time's been good to me
but in the end
I want to live to see
no more to clean, no more
to pay, and PEACE,
such peace that passes
understanding, peace
that supercedes
my earthly needs
and leaves
this tired world,
this plodding pace
behind.
I don't know if or when
I'll ever find
that better place, but
let me still
believe
that if I serve my time
and look for peace
a little at a time
I'll be released.
Back a hundred or so posts ago (Stillwater has that many!), I relayed my favorite poem by ee cummings, the verticality of which has variant at the end: the accumulation of 'leaves' in the final, five-letter line:
ReplyDeletel(a
le
af
fa
ll
s)
one
l
iness
I reproduce it here because I feel your final line, Jon, complements that spirit more religiously than good ol' lost-generation ee cummings. I love the three occasions to indent still further, linking "needs" with "leaves" and "behind" and "believe". I appreciate the quotidian 'bills to pay' and literal/figurative houses to keep in order. I agree with the personification of a "tired world" that we tread upon unthinkingly, unfeelingly, or both. Having just come from the beautiful mountains of Slovakia and Moravia, we have freshness out there yet, but we're all in a race against time.
Most of all, I appreciate the spirit of this poem as I pulled together part of my lesson plan tomorrow, when school recommences: http://blogs.isp.cz/dlamken/2013/10/28/my-favorite-holiday-is/
It's a great way to end this favorite month, which again this year confirms itself. Blessings, Jon, on the nigh-ness of your birth-month, well prepared.