GloPoWriMo Day 29
Today, I’d like to challenge you to blend these concepts into your own work, by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquillity, on an emotion you have felt powerfully.
How sad, indeed, that when I go
To set, in writing, things profound,
I find that soon, before I know,
I will depart from serious ground,
Descending into levity,
And playing games with the absurd,
And finding punishment to see
In almost every second word.
I write of spring, and then I get
Instead of budding leaves and things,
The kind of spring that makes you wet,
Or makes you fly with pogo-wings;
With summer I will speculate
If it is done summer the time,
What may the rest give as a fate?
The fete provides arrest in rhyme?
And autumn comes, the leaves now fall
I autumn keep upon that track,
Instead, alas, with fall and all,
To levity I still go back
With winter, autumn fall behind,
I should now think of ice and snow,
But all too soon instead I find
That win, ter stay ahead, I go;
And when I should of seasons think,
I say one should see daughters, too,
And when of hibernation, blink,
For lowbernation should ensue,
No, with regret I must corn clued
A maize zing writing I can’t do,
For I would start a feud on food . . .
Oh, someone else, complete this, do!
© April 2019 Colonialist
And now, to take the ridiculous to the sublime, a rendering of Massenet’s ‘Meditation from Thais’. I regard this as one of the loveliest melodies ever written. It never fails to move me.