Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Poetry Thursday 104 - Emotion and a new form

I was asked the question both last week then again yesterday about where poetry comes from. In a number of comments over the 100+ weeks that I've been concentrating on poetry I have probably addressed the question in a number of ways. For me it boils down to the expression of emotion and as such is available to everyone. It's true that there are a variety of ways of getting your feelings down on paper, different structures like haiku, sonnets, couplets and blank verse to name a few, but it is good to begin when you are feeling emotionally charged for whatever reason.

There are some offerings below that have been generated in the last few days. That's not to say in the second case that I am feeling unduly depressed or despondent but have reflected back to a time when I was being treated for clinical depression and have tried to produce a word painting of what it felt like at that time.
The haiku was written on the spur of the moment and was appropriate to the day.

All Fool’s Day

April Fool again
Cold day for gullible folk
Butt of others’ joke
©David L Atkinson April 2014


Despond

The sheer sides of the trough
slick, black with tears of despond
and frustration.
Hope - the chance of footholds by
which to escape.
Reality that they are as slick as
the walls when they appear.
False hope makes them seem obvious
but user instructions lie providing
further lubrication.
There is a bright unreachable sky and the
ground is normal and varied
like a grassy field, or sandy beach.
BUT there is no escape.
You live with the inevitability, exist in
your time and succeed, but
they don’t know.
©David L Atkinson April 2014

It may be the above grows even further in the future but there comes a time when you have to commit to paper.
However, poetry may also be fun and you can write funny haiku, limericks or villanelles. The latter is quite a complex, highly structured French form of poetry although it began as a less fixed form prior to its development at the beginning of the 17th century. It was derived from a poem by Jean Passerat written around 1606. Rather than try to describe the form the sample below follows the format closely.
The subject is based upon the current situation of Sunderland AFC's current plight.


A Sunderland Villanelle

Sunderland is a wicked team
The epitome of great play
They may yet fulfil the dream

Football is to me the scheme
Skills and thrills brighten Saturday
Sunderland is a wicked team

And if they may sour the cream
It was no fault of their display
They may yet fulfil the dream

When Poyet instils self-esteem
Enemies are simple to slay
Sunderland is a wicked team

As the pressure grows more extreme
And time allowed quick to decay
They may yet fulfil the dream

Red and white warriors forward stream
Words to football’s gods I pray
Sunderland is a wicked team
They may yet fulfil the dream.
©David L Atkinson April 2014

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