Poem #5

It’s a gloomy and gray day today. Perfect weather for this next poem that’s a little eerie if I do say so myself! Today’s poem type is a sestina. Here is the complicated google definition:

a poem with six stanzas of six lines and a final triplet, all stanzas having the same six words at the line-ends in six different sequences that follow a fixed pattern, and with all six words appearing in the closing three-line envoi.[...]

Poem #4

Lilibonelle today.
Stanzaic: Consisting of at least 4 stanzas
Syllabic:  Lines may be of unequal, unspecified length
Refrain:  The nth line of the 1st stanza must be the first line of the nth stanza.
Pretty self explanatory here. The refrain basically means that the second line of the first stanza begins the second stanza, the third line begins the third stanza and the fourth line begins the fourth stanza. I called this one Birth:

endurance of pain
to listen to the joyous cry
the touch of fragile fingers
overfilling her heart with love

to listen to the joyous cry
of the first breath of life
screaming to the world
that its finally free

the touch of fragile fingers
whose grip holds
the larger finger of its mother
claiming her as its own[...]

Poem #3

In poetry writing class, you learn about the different forms of poetry. You hear terms such as haiku, sestina, and lilibonelle. Today’s poem is a lento. I wrote this in my notes but naturally, ten years later, I have no idea what that means. Here is the google definition I looked up:[...]

Poem #2

Following yesterday’s post, here’s the next poem in my series of poems I wrote 10 years ago. I mentioned in my Nostalgia post that along with poetry writing I took a Shakespeare class and besides reading all of Shakespeare’s works, the teacher had us writing sonnets and tales of our own. I was no Chaucer by any means but here’s my version of a Canterbury tale. It’s kind of long but hopefully by the end it will make you chuckle like I did:[...]

Poem #1

To follow up yesterday’s post, here is the first poem I came across in that old email. Remember, this poem came from 16 or 17 year old Chanel back when I took poetry writing in school; one of many fundamental writing courses I took. But here I am, sharing all those poems that I didn’t think existed anymore until I logged into an old email that surprisingly still exists. I’ll share some of the notes I took on my thought processes if they’re there but if not I’ll probably make up my own narrative.[...]

Nostalgia

I follow a lot of poets on here and it got me thinking about a poetry writing class I took back in high school. Back then I wrote poetry because I didn’t have a choice, it was required for the class. I don’t think I’m very talented at all unless it’s being forced upon me. I mean I even took a Shakespeare class and besides reading all the classics, there were a few moments where I had to write a sonnet or two. I look back fondly on this because my mom thought I was really good at it and told me I should look into being a poet full time. At the time that was laughable especially since I had my sights set on being a chef thanks to the Home Economics class I took. You know how you try all these different courses and extra curriculars and decide that that’s going to be your career? I had a lot of those; chef, professional volleyball player, flutist, track star, etc… I tried everything. Anyway, I thought about all those poems I used to write and went and logged into an old email address I don’t use anymore. I saved a lot of things. I noticed I saved my whole poetry portfolio because back then I was trying to get my now husband to like me by sending him my poems..[...]