Death leaves a mark
on those left behind —
A tattoo on the soul,
a rainbow of lines.
The deep green of envy
for those who’ve not lost —
Blissfully ignorant of
what love really costs.
The anger burns white,
much hotter than red —
It courses through the chest
and leaves a lingering dread.
Yellow is the fear
to face the world alone —
A fear of being lost
in a world of unknown.
Blue is the calm,
a serene, soothing haze —
Not one to remain,
it hits us in waves.
Red is the love,
the one thing that’s real —
It’s something to cling to
while we try to heal.
Tag: Traditional poetry
~*~The Blue Elephant~*~ and ~*~Taily Pole~*~
I guess I should have looked ahead on my syllabus before my free writing 😂😂. My two prompts were to be made into formal or “traditional” poems, one being a sonnet (like Shakespeare) and the other being a villanelle, pantoum, or a third option that I don’t remember. A sonnet about a stuffed elephant or Taily Pole??
Since I’m currently obsessed with Dylan Thomas’ Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, specifically listening to him reading it (which is awesome), and it is a villanelle, I chose to create a Taily Pole poem in that form. The elephant poem was to be a sonnet by default. I think one of the most known Shakespeare sonnets is the one that Roger Rabbit reads while jumping on the bed in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? about counting the ways he loves Jessica Rabbit. (The ADHD force is strong today 😒.)
Now, I don’t like checking my grades because of severe anxiety, so I don’t know if these were graded yet. If I’m awaiting feedback, I keep my eyes averted and just read the feedback without looking at the grade. Unfortunately, my week 1 paper for literary theory received an F(!) since I missed some points on the rubric, but my awesome professor allowed me to redo and resubmit. The resubmission got an A. That was pretty devastating for me, but I am so glad he gave me a second chance and gave me the feedback I needed to fix it up. Anyway, on to my poems! Click/tap on the poetic form below for the definition of each.
Sonnet
From Google AI: A 14-line poem with a fixed structure and rhyme scheme. Sonnets are often written in iambic pentameter, which means each line has 10 syllables in five pairs. The emphasis is on the second syllable in each pair. Sonnets are usually divided into two parts – an eight-line section (the octet) and a six-line section (the sestet). The Shakespearean sonnet rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.
~*~Ode to a Blue Elephant~*~
Oh, dear blue elephant of childhood days
A blind witness of our sibling fights
We marched you back and forth in moonlit haze
No words, no punches, just a game of spite
You had no name, no charm, no specialness
Your stuffing crinkled like a florist’s foam
But then bedtime came, and you were the best
And so through the darkness we each did roam
You came to us from fair or Father’s hand
We cared not for you but only the rise
It gave us when we snatched you from the land
Of dreams and sleep and made each other cry
But when my brother left, the game was done
The elephant was lost; so was the fun
Villanelle
From Google AI: A villanelle is a 19-line poem with a strict structure. It has five three-line stanzas, called tercets, followed by one four-line stanza, called a quatrain. Villanelles use a specific rhyme scheme, ABA for the tercets and ABAA for the quatrain. They also have two repeating end rhymes and two refrains. The first and third lines of the first tercet are repeated alternately at the end of each subsequent stanza.
~*~Taily Pole~*~
Please, tell us the tale of the Taily Pole
As we sit ‘round the fire to combat the breeze
Your soft, intense voice makes the story whole
We beg you for story time, and you play your role
Reluctant storyteller, yet you give in to our pleas
Please, tell us the tale of the Taily Pole
You’re covered in blankets draped like a stole
As the cool wind blows through the trees
Your soft, intense voice makes the story whole
We giggle and shiver, feeling both hot and cold
Waiting patiently with elbows on knees
Please, tell us the tale of the Taily Pole
You lean in and shout, we shriek and roll
Laughing at our temporary unease
Your soft, intense voice makes the story whole
Years later, your memory still warms my soul
As the great-grandkids gather at my uncle’s feet
Please, tell us the tale of the Taily Pole
Your soft, intense voice makes the story whole