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#6 Poem a Day In the Trenches Thoughts quickly scribbled on the back of an envelope, a barrage of tenets attack the plain. An attempt to capture a simple construct, a voice. Words rethought fall victim to the slashing pen, silent chatter discarded, bound characters boldly replace the fallen symbols to shape ideas into verse. A battleground, blotched and torn, valued as much for what is lost, as for what is gained. -----------Judi Van Gorder I did write two new poems for today but they were just a haiku #46 guns & daisies and an example Minute Poem, Mission For the Queen. They adhere to form and I thought this revised poem would be better to post for today's Poem the Day offering. ~~Tink
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Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry The Sonnet Sonnet Comparison Chart English Verse The Unrhymed Sonnet appears as far back as 1664 when John Milton included 3 consecutive sonnets without rhyme in Book III of Paradise Lost, although W H Auden is often cited with having created the verse form in 1928 a few centuries later. The Unrhymed Sonnet is not to be confused with the Blank Verse Sonnet which is also unrhymed but written in iambic pentameter where the "Unrhymed Sonnet" is not written in an iambic pattern. The elements of the Unrhymed Sonnet are: a quatorzain, broken or unbroken into stanzas at the poet's discretion. metered, although it does not carry an iambic pattern it is written in accentual verse with 5 stresses per line. unrhymed. composed with a pivot where it would appear most naturally. The Secret Agent by Wystan Hugh Auden 1928 Control of the passes was, he saw, the key To this new district, but who would get it? He, the trained spy, had walked into the trap For a bogus guide, seduced by the old tricks. At Greenhearth was a fine site for a dam And easy power, had they pushed the rail Some stations nearer. They ignored his wires: The bridges were unbuilt and trouble coming. The street music seemed gracious now to one For weeks up in the desert. Woken by water Running away in the dark, he often had Reproached the night for a companion Dreamed of already. They would shoot, of course, Parting easily two that were never joined. In My Dotage by Judi Van Gorder I often wondered if life held big things for me, by some standards it has. By mine it was just my life, events and surroundings met with choices. Choices, ah there is the key, the only thing I could control. But even then some were good some not so good and in the end they were all part of the journey. You've heard all of this before. Nothing so profound, just common sense, these ramblings of mine are no new revelation. Would I make changes if I could go back? My first thought is, of courseā¦ then I remember it would have changed my passage and I would miss what came after. Oh no, I wouldn't want to miss what came after. No, not a moment of it.
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