So, I've been writing a lot of free verse poetry these past few days. Like a maniac, I would even dare say. It all began from a book I found at the library. I would highly recommend you to read it if you've always wanted to write poetry, but don't know where to start. Lyne encourages you to not try to rhyme, but to just go ahead and put yours words down.
A shocker for you (and for me, as well): In just four days, I've written 103 short poems! But they're just 'poem-sketches', the book will explain what it is. Basically, they're the raw material that still needs the rewriting and refining. :)
[Yes, I do feel quite accomplished, indeed!]
So, here's the book that has gotten me into such a frenzy:
"Writing poetry from the inside out: finding your voice through the craft of poetry"
by Sandford (Sandy) Lyne
I should warn you, though, reading this is dangerous! So be careful!
And here ends the post of MaidenStar...
Till next time, tot tot, my lovelies!
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Thursday, August 22, 2013
Reporter: Greetings, tree. How long have you stood here?
Tree: Long before its beginning. I have witnessed the sunsets, experienced the sunrises, and withstood all the noons in between. The wind has sighed through my boughs since I was a seedling, the salted breeze that sweeps through the sea. I have gazed at the silver moon… But to my disappointment, have not seen the stars, which are invisible to us.
Reporter: You are quite poetic, tree. I wonder - Would you like to have been planted somewhere elsewhere?
Tree: Perhaps where the wind is not quite strong… And where there are more plants and birds to keep me company… But a tree does not complain.
Reporter: What have you learned from the hurricane?
Tree: That nothing lasts forever, not even me. But the trees that stand are the trees that endure. I will be here for many more years yet.
Reporter: A nice remark on the essence of mortality. What happened to other trees?
Tree: Many trees that have stood have remained. But some of my old friends shriveled to nothing. A pine tree, which wasn’t even dead, was cut down because someone somewhere didn’t like that his crown had snapped. And of course, the hundred new oak seedlings didn’t stand a chance. But that is life.
Reporter: And it indeed is. I grant you good luck on the gales that will come.
The following interviewee is a precious black-and-white kitty cat of a youthful age, with inquisitive bright eyes and a curious marking. He kindly agreed to the interview as I noticed him journeying by the fence. An exciting conversation by Jadefireeyes.
Reporter: Good morning! What’s your name!
Reporter: That’s a rather cumbersome name.
Cat: Indeed it is. But Mother knows best. With so many similar siblings that resemble me, how else is she supposed to call me for dinner?
Reporter: Hmmm. That’s a clever idea after all. But first, let me ask… What’s your preferred sunny spot?
Cat: Right there on the porch, where the sun slants just right.
Reporter: What’s your favorite place in the neighborhood?
Cat: Here in the backyard, where there’s so much to explore: trees, butterflies, flowers, rocks. Smells, scents and sounds!
Reporter: What’s the coolest thing you ever found there?
Cat: An extraordinarily extremely large shoe. I nearly fell inside, but the shoelaces were fun to play with.
Reporter: Where do you go when it rains?
Cat: I shelter beneath cars. I just hope they don’t move!
Reporter: What would you rather be: a cat or a human?
Cat: A cat, of course! Do you honestly think that a fantastic feline such as I would discover as many adventures as a person?
Reporter: Oh, I see… Are you friendly with other cats?
Cat: Not quite. We are solitary creatures, you know. Unwelcome strangers pass by my home all the time. I just give them a stare and they get the right idea.
Reporter: But aren’t you just a kitten? You don’t seem aggressive to me-
Reporter: Wow! You really scared me.
Cat: ‘Course I did. (Contented purr.) Mama taught me how to be the scariest kitty in the neighborhood. Pretty soon I shall frighten all my siblings into shivering mice!
Reporter: You’ve got big ambitions. You’re quite diabolical too…
Cat: I hope in the right way! (Wink.)
Reporter: It was nice talking to you.
Cat: My pleasure. If you come back, I’ll show you my favorite scratching post!