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tim's poetry workbook - 6. Elegy
Soooo ... it's been awhile since i posted one of these prompts. Busy all through May and i was writing, but now i'm done so here we are. The prompt called for lines of 8 syllables, but i chose to change that to 9-10-10-9 because i don't always like 8 syllables.
And this piece isn't perfect ... after talking with AC, i need to work on stanza's where all lines relate to a single idea. It's not an easy or simple thing but i have to agree that he's right. I will work on that.
So here is my answer for this prompt ...
The Prompt: write your own Elegy of at least 4 or 5 stanzas per poem. Imagine you are sitting by yourself in some personally significant natural spot. It could be in the woods, or on a mountaintop, or by a babbling brook – the place in nature where you feel connected to it. Then, imagining you are there, write at one Elegy on the theme of 'Remember.' Keep the rhyme pattern a-b-b-a, use as many stanzas as you like, but maintain a consistent 8-syllable line. Play with it; your poem does not have to be about death or loss, just remembrance.
Peace exists outside my boxy place
what I seek I find in a nearby park
and I run my hand over the rough bark
against the tree, leaning back to brace
There among cool breezes and tall trees
my thoughts are free to drift and to wander
and it’s about life, I sit and ponder
In this time there’s only me to please
As a partner, darkness always waits
but banished here in the dappled sunlight
though harder to keep at bay, in the night
Lately I’ve had kindness from the Fates
My thoughts have been selfish, I’m ashamed
recently, you have not been on my mind
I pray that in your eyes, I’m not unkind
Perhaps my happiness can be blamed
You reside in each blade, each bird’s song
reminders in the fresh new buds of spring
There are few remembrances to which I cling
it’s for the touch of your hand, I long
Sitting here among the plants and trees
in peace, gentle memories of you come
I wonder where this melancholy’s from
for there’s no need, your ghost, to appease
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