I finished making a presentation on the sonnet for Desideria Stockton’s Literature Alive! Renaissance Classroom in Second Life. I also created a t-shirt to be distributed for free.
There are now four members of CCC SLED.
I guess I’m getting serious about writing poetry again and having it published. I bought a copy of 2007 Poets Market and have been looking for markets for the type of poetry I do and want to write, primarily traditional lyrical forms.
I ran across a form I hadn’t tried before: the cinquain. This form has five lines (hence the name) with two, four, six, eight, and two syllables, respectively. It can be iambic, but that isn’t necessary. When I first read about this form, I thought it would be interesting to write one with all synonyms for being alone. Here’s what I came up with:
solo — isolated –
segregated — separated –
I like the way the syllable “lone” frames the middle three lines. I also like the irony of all the words for being alone having an even number of syllables.
Yesterday I also wrote a couple of haiku, scifaiku, actually. I’m not going to post them because I want to try to get them published, and some publishers apparently consider being posted in a blog or on a web site to be prior publication, which means they will pay less or not accept them.
frames the crater-marked face drawn
always toward her sun.
I’m not entirely happy with it, but I’ve had this idea in my mind for some time.
–at least it’s the first one I remember writing. Yesterday I mentioned to someone that, having grown up in Missouri, one of the things I missed here in Colorado is fireflies. It occurred to me later that fireflies would be a good subject for a haiku:
in the darkness, delighting
I liked the idea of linking the words in the lines with alliteration, though the alliterating sound should be on stressed syllables, which it isn’t in delighting in the second line.
I finally realized (duh!) this week that I’d much rather teach literature and humanities courses than writing classes. Of course, that’s what most of my classes are in. I’m working on my c.v. so, hopefully, I can apply to some other colleges or universities to teach more classes in those areas.
I also wouldn’t mind teaching some poetry-writing classes, though I probably need to do more poetry writing myself. All that I’ve done recently has been lyrics for political songs, and I did that more than a year and a half ago.
The other day, I did write another poem that is less political. I was going to make all the lines end in a rhyme with weary, but I decided to break that up:
I do like the way the title rhymes with most of the lines as well as the way I used punctuation but no verbs.
I’m going to have to start carrying a notebook with me so I can do some writing when I have the time–or the inspiration.