tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post4736620960110344630..comments2023-11-02T07:51:52.655-07:00Comments on The Unskilled Poet: Daily Challenge: Don't Think!Miss Ticket Stubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00405240193433512782noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post-59346917037226741652008-01-29T08:06:00.000-08:002008-01-29T08:06:00.000-08:00Thanks, Jim! It's particularly interesting to see ...Thanks, Jim! It's particularly interesting to see the process you went through to settle on the final version of the poem. Although the religious meaning doesn't really connect with me, the words still resonate. The final structure is very natural and works well. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for contributing!Miss Ticket Stubshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00405240193433512782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post-21956572269171436942008-01-29T03:15:00.000-08:002008-01-29T03:15:00.000-08:00I scribbled this poem on a notepad on Monday but d...I scribbled this poem on a notepad on Monday but didn't have time to work on it. I saw your post and though you might appreciate a before-and-after comment. <BR/><BR/>Here is the original poem without any edits whatsoever:<BR/><BR/><BR/><B>Legion</B><BR/><BR/>Poems are words<BR/>taken to their<BR/>very limits<BR/>and then driven<BR/>over the edge.<BR/><BR/>Listen to them<BR/>squeal as they fall.<BR/><BR/><BR/>What is interesting about this is that it already has a syllabic structure (four to a line). The title was more to remind me of the source which is the story from the bible where Jesus sends a group of demons into a herd or swine who then hurl themselves over a precipice. What I would have liked to develop was the fact that words are 'possessed' by meanings, that words are penned (the pun being that pigs are kept in a pen) and that demons have wings and might have expected to be able to fly when they leaped off the cliff.<BR/><BR/>I played around with it for quite a while yesterday adding in the elements and taking them out. I could get them all in but the poem came across as contrived. I also had a poem rejected recently because, although the editor got the biblical reference, his was pretty sure most of his readers would miss it. Bearing this in mind I decided that using the well-known expression "if only pigs could fly" (of which there are a healthy number of variants) more people would get the point. I also restructured the piece so I could emphasise the falling in the last stanza (4/2/6, 4/2/6, 4/2/1/1). I tried formatting "squeal as they fall" as a column right justified, to mimic the edge of a cliff, but it looked gimmicky and not me. Anyway, this is what I settled on:<BR/><BR/><BR/><B>If Only Pigs Could Fly</B><BR/><BR/><BR/>Poems are words<BR/>pushed to <BR/>the very limit of<BR/><BR/>meaning and then <BR/>simply<BR/>driven over the edge.<BR/><BR/>Listen to them<BR/>squeal as <BR/>they <BR/>fall.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post-1324666078417302352008-01-28T06:04:00.000-08:002008-01-28T06:04:00.000-08:00You're too kind...You're too kind...Kelly & Sam Pilgrim-Byrnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09994151711253644372noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post-13287679010595111222008-01-28T05:34:00.000-08:002008-01-28T05:34:00.000-08:00What a lovely poem! So heartfelt and empassioned :...What a lovely poem! So heartfelt and empassioned :) I'm very pleased that my blog might help you write every day. I agree completely that it is not about quality (although your poems are great!), but about discipline and habit. <BR/><BR/>I look forward to seeing more of your words!Miss Ticket Stubshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00405240193433512782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130942641866519625.post-81586369870422049482008-01-28T05:24:00.000-08:002008-01-28T05:24:00.000-08:00Thanks for these challenges, UP - it may just forc...Thanks for these challenges, UP - it may just force me to write something every day or so, regardless of the quality!<BR/><BR/><BR/>I did not give you the gift of life<BR/>yet you are as vibrant as rain<BR/>sizzling off bitumen on a hot summer’s day.<BR/><BR/>I did not give you the gift of life<BR/>yet when you breathe on my cheek<BR/>Gods and angels whisper in my ear.<BR/><BR/>I tell them, I did not give her the gift of life<BR/>They respond:<BR/><BR/>No, but life gave you the gift of her.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>* after Author UnknownKelly & Sam Pilgrim-Byrnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09994151711253644372noreply@blogger.com