The exercise:
Write a four line poem about someone who is: jaded.
Just ten stanzas to go after this one in this yearlong journey.
Mine:
Charlie thought he had seen it all before, heard
Every song that's been sung;
But even he was caught off guard when Buddy
Opened fire on its young.
Only ten? Thanks for the warning! I know we'll finish the battle; I don't think there'll be much room for an epilogue in mine though. It's kind of odd, looking back, to see that this has worked -- I confess that I thought I'd run out of steam after a few months and would have to give up. I'm not saying for a moment that the poem is much good -- I'm sure it would really need a lot of rework to make it good enough to show people -- but it's nice to know that it's there and waiting to be reworked :)
ReplyDeleteWell, I was not expecting that! I'm a bit concerned that your poem is going to end up with a lot of charred metal and a lonely Master now!
Jaded
The golden sword is held aloft and cat-
ches sunlight on its blade. Still standing there
the Sailor hears a chorus of the once
betrayed and jaded spirits fill the air.
Greg - yeah, not sure how it's all going to get squeezed in at this point, but I feel more or less on track. And yes, this has definitely gone better than I could have predicted.
ReplyDeleteEh, who knows who will survive at this point.
Well, me. Maybe.
This is a fantastic entry into your poem. Love the imagery.