Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Morbid Poetry that Rhymes

I would like to tell you a little something about my daughter.  She has always been an extraordinary poet.  She would have assignments for school to write poetry as far back as I can remember (probably middle school)  and could write something within a matter of minutes that would blow her teachers (and me) away.  I would encourage her to write on her own and keep a journal, but she would always say the same thing,  "I don't like writing poetry, Mom".  This was definitely NOT music to my ears; I saw the talent she had and it crushed my motherly soul.

In the last year, my daughter has grown considerably as a person and what an incredible person at that.  She has now started writing poetry on her own.  Jumps for joy!  What I find funny, though, is that she has such an easy time rhyming her poetry and she struggles writing WITHOUT rhyming.  When I write, I struggle to rhyme and rarely do it.  In fact, I think out of the 300 poems I have written only two actually rhyme.  Needless to say, we are opposite on that front.

She has just started a new blog that she will be adding some of her poetry to as well as other posts, so I highly recommend you check it out:


Just to show you that my talents do NOT lie in rhyming poetry, I thought I'd share with you one of my very morbid poems I wrote in 2008. Let's just say that I was not in a happy place.


Dead on a Sunday

swallowing our poison

on the count of three

a romeo and juliet

of echoing pleas

tastes of bittersweet

still guiding me

i am swimming in circles

and drowning at sea

we will die together

in a mystery

dead on a sunday

'twas meant to be

2/28/08



There is no particular reason for this picture.
I just thought it was super cool.






14 comments:

  1. 1. I love the randomness of the picture! That's why I love you!

    2. Talent runs in the family for sure, awesome poem!!

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  2. hully-gully, here comes mollie. i prefer "coffin love", sorry, no worry.

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    1. I'm sorry, but I've never been into necrophilia. Why don't you post your lovely poem for all of us to read, Peter? :O

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    2. iambic pentameter to you. um, no, i think i'll keep that poem our little secret :D

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    3. I think that's a good idea. I'm the only one who understands you enough not to give the psych ward a call and get you a permanent visit.

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    4. be nice to me, i'm one of yours :D

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  3. yes, the rhyme can distract from the melancholy quality. however a lot of younger poets - teens specifically will want to rhyme.

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    1. I think my struggle is getting away iambic pentameter, as Peter pointed out above. I can't do it, so I don't bother anymore. My daughter doesn't seem to have a problem with getting away from the lameness of that. At least that's good.

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    1. Yes, it is great. Unfortunately, typical of my daughter, she has not posted anything since she first went on it. BIG SHOCKER!

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