I've been inspired by my cousin's example and Stephen Fry's book, "The Ode Less Travelled". From the moment I read the first line of the Forward, " I have a dark and dreadful secret. I write poetry." I was sold. I got myself a notebook and am now taking spare moments to put pen to paper and start practising the craft of poetry. It'll at the very least give me a greater attention to words and hopefully make me write more carefully even in everyday speech and writing. And it's also fun.
Here below are the results of the first exercise: a batch of iambic pentameter lines which are non-rhyming.
On an Aikido (Japanese Martial Art session):
I went and threw my uke so he fell
And hit the mat with an almighty bang
NB: an uke is one's partner and crash dummy in aikido as we practice in pairs co-operatively
On my cafe du chocolat from the Japanese bakery:
This choc-filled bun is wonderfully yum
On waiting by the phone:
I wait and wait: my mobile does not ring
On my new pair of dress trousers recently purchased from GG>5:
My trouser legs have seven buttons each
A show of leg and ankle they do line
On email missent:
In office land I stare at my computer screen
Aghast that I have sent an email wrong
On my dogs greeting visitors:
My dogs are runing up and down the stairs
Excited, barking: strangers they proclaim
On waiting for my prennially late friend:
I can't believe she's *always* late, and then
she goes and does it yet again. O hell.
On prayer:
I pray my prayers each morning, noon and night
Awaiting God, His Presence, Love and Grace
My prayer go forth, an arrow seeking light
From darkness bursting doubt and into faith
On work and frustration:
I try and try but nothing's going right
My boss's words of comfort scarcely heard
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Monday, March 03, 2008
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