My penchant for poetry ceased almost entirely with my early twenties, evidently before I had acquired much skill at it.
2010
Widow's Cruse
2004 - 2005 Times without rhymes
Fire in the Air
Fox river song
Jazz dancing, La Jolla
Fragile webs
Empty stems
2003 - 2004 Avalon to Newcastle
Vase by the window
Telling secrets on the red leaves
We have our conversations
2002 - 2003 Euphonic Years, Ages 17 & 18
Tithes
Prophet's dream of Israel
So shall I go
Coffee shop decor
Picturing you
My lover in Tuolumne
No one ever told me
One row before me
S. Lavelle
Say nothing and know
The end of man
2 comments:
I just began writing verse. I have it in my head to work on a huge poem about God's creation from pole to pole and around the world based on some basic research and the watching of various nature programs on behavior patterns. I don't care if it ends up taking 3 months or 30 years. Here is one of the first bits. It's blank verse and the intent is to write similarly to Longfellow's Hiawatha (and therefore like the Finnish Kalevela) ending each line with, I think, a monosyllabic sound which creates a very primal.tribal rhythm. I really preferred that rhythm and I think it can be re-used. That seems to be the extent of the structure. Here goes,
"Move far north and you will find there,
Arctic wonders, beauty glorious,
In the wooly coat of musk-ox,
Musk-ox lumb’ring cross the snow plains,
Nuzzling out a meal oddly,
Grazing beneath layers of snow
And ice where grasses still remain,
Waiting to bear calves and rear them,
In the sunny summer thawings."
Any advice or encouragement would be helpful.
P.S. "Amateruish" nothing. Fox River is as gorgeous as many other poems on the outdoors I have read.
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