When I was in grade school, the craft of poetry was considered core material. We learned about meter, strophes, trochees, iambs, etcetera. This was covered off and on from elementary through to high school. I falsely assumed this was still core curriculum in Canadian schools, but after talking with
knightky, I see this is not the case at all. He doesn't recall ever covering any of this in grade school. I am curious as to what actually is being taught within English/language arts classes, now.
As an English literature major and creative writing minor in university, I continued my studies of the craft of poetry. I've barely thought about it since graduating.
Today I decided to dust off my technical poetry skills. The mission of the day is to write in iambic pentameter.
I started with this concept:
My first attempt resulted in three feet per verse, or trimeter. It's very sing-song, in a nursery rhyme kind of way:
My second attempt achieved pentameter, but lost the rhyme as it gained pretentiousness:
Clearly, I need more work. It's all rather schmaltzy, but at least my brain feels like it's getting some of its rusty bits oiled.
As an English literature major and creative writing minor in university, I continued my studies of the craft of poetry. I've barely thought about it since graduating.
Today I decided to dust off my technical poetry skills. The mission of the day is to write in iambic pentameter.
I started with this concept:
You're my moment of exhalation
The moment when a building swell breaks and sends a rush of water across the shore, smoothing small pebbles and sand, pulling them back into you.
My first attempt resulted in three feet per verse, or trimeter. It's very sing-song, in a nursery rhyme kind of way:
You're the moment I exhale
The time when building swell prevails
And bursts upon the pebbled beach
To pull the sand into your reach.
My second attempt achieved pentameter, but lost the rhyme as it gained pretentiousness:
To think you are the time when I exhale,
When gentle swell doth build and over tips
To send its load of water onto shore
And pulls the grateful sand into its grasp.
Clearly, I need more work. It's all rather schmaltzy, but at least my brain feels like it's getting some of its rusty bits oiled.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:06 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 09:55 am (UTC)From:I think you'd like James Tate's poetry. And you write like Anna Akhmatova. :)