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GloPoWriMo: Day 28

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GloPoWriMo: Day 28

The Day 28 prompt was to write a poem using Skeltonic verse.  Skeltonic verse gets its name from John Skelton, a fifteenth-century English poet who pioneered the use of short stanzas with irregular meter, but two strong stresses per line (otherwise know as “dipodic” or “two-footed” verse).  The lines rhyme, but there’s not a rhyme scheme per se.  The poet simply rhymes against one word until he or she gets bored and moves on to another.  My poem rhymes, but the lines are probably too long and it’s probably not dipodic, but I couldn’t get shorter lines to work and meter has never been my strong point!

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Buzzy Bee

Sitting in the sun I see
A buzzing little bumblebee
Flying near a blossom tree
And coming far too close to me
Loud the buzzing of its wing
Frightened of its tail’s sting
Whose use its life’s end will bring
I think I best get back inside
For to be stung I cannot abide
And the bee must survive
If we are all to stay alive

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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GloPoWriMo: Day 22

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GloPoWriMo: Day 22

The Day 22 prompt was to write a georgic in honour of Earth Day.  The original georgic poem was written by Virgil, and while it was ostensibly a practical and instructional guide regarding agricultural concerns, it also offers a political commentary on the use of land in the wake of war.  The georgic was revived by British poets in the eighteenth century, when the use of land was changing both due to the increased use of enlightenment farming techniques and due to political realignments such as the union of England, Scotland, and Wales.  My Georgic could be a simple set of instructions on how to grow or care for something, but it could also incorporate larger themes as to how land should (or should not) be used, or for what purposes.  This is probably on a little bit of a tangent, but there is a land in it, and a plant and an insect, so plenty of nature at least.

A Single Rose

A single rose survives
Bright red against a barren landscape
The world is
Silent

A single bee flies
Bright yellow against a grey sky
The only sound
Anywhere

A single bee flies
Into a single a rose
Hope survives

There is nothing else

Copyright, D M Day, 2017

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