The Poem I Left At Home
Posted: Sat Oct 15, 2011 6:56 am
Illawarra Breakfast Poets set a topic every week for our 'homework' poem.
One week, in spite of completing my poem, I left it at home. This, in itself, became a topic for a poem.
The Poem I Left At Home
Zondrae King (Corrimal) 11/08
If only one of you have seen
the poem I left at home.
It was my greatest triumph yet;
it was my greatest tome.
The dialogue and narrative
were music to the ears.
This magical soliloquy
was way above it’s peers.
Such perfect punctuation there,
when peppered ‘cross the page,
revealed a plot with logic, oh
so real at every stage.
I used alliteration well,
with subtlety and grace
and at the end the passion! Oh!
The tears ran down my face.
As I applied each metaphor
with skill and perfect scance
the similes came rolling in
each stanza to enhance.
Employing iambs carefully
the odd trochaic too,
created perfect metre and
the story was true blue.
A tale of horse and hero on
the hunt for some romance.
The climax had a brutal twist.
The villain had no chance.
Like verse from old Will Shakespeare
it could have stood the test.
If not devoured by the dog,
it might have been my best.
(Maybe not my best poem - but it was fun to write... and it was 2008) I see a slip in metre - particularly in the final stanza.. oh well I hope I am still learning.
One week, in spite of completing my poem, I left it at home. This, in itself, became a topic for a poem.
The Poem I Left At Home
Zondrae King (Corrimal) 11/08
If only one of you have seen
the poem I left at home.
It was my greatest triumph yet;
it was my greatest tome.
The dialogue and narrative
were music to the ears.
This magical soliloquy
was way above it’s peers.
Such perfect punctuation there,
when peppered ‘cross the page,
revealed a plot with logic, oh
so real at every stage.
I used alliteration well,
with subtlety and grace
and at the end the passion! Oh!
The tears ran down my face.
As I applied each metaphor
with skill and perfect scance
the similes came rolling in
each stanza to enhance.
Employing iambs carefully
the odd trochaic too,
created perfect metre and
the story was true blue.
A tale of horse and hero on
the hunt for some romance.
The climax had a brutal twist.
The villain had no chance.
Like verse from old Will Shakespeare
it could have stood the test.
If not devoured by the dog,
it might have been my best.
(Maybe not my best poem - but it was fun to write... and it was 2008) I see a slip in metre - particularly in the final stanza.. oh well I hope I am still learning.