Writing 201 : Poetry, Blogging University
Course was running during last week. Learners had an amazing opportunity to be familiarised with the ten forms of english poetry. On behalf of Blogging University, the course was run by Ben Huberman (@benhuberman) in a simple and effective way.
I did HAIKU, ACROSTIC, LIMERICK, CONCRETE and SHAPE form of poetry. I like them very much specially HAIKU. I wanted to do more SONNET and decided that I would do five for now, and if I improve in it, then will do other more. So, then time was for Sonnet.
In the middle of the session I put my query to Ben whether we were doing SONNET; but his lips were sealed. It was really a fantastic fruitful week of my leisure time.
After this, formal poetry writing session ‘‘Writing 201 : Poetry’’ began with Haiku as the title- Water under the facilitatorship of Ben Huberman. He was so helpful. I would like to express my hearty gratitude to Ben for the answers of my queries while participating in the session.
Water is crying by searching
Thirst, Drought, Desert to make them wet
Wrestlers block the way unnaturally
(HAIKU with 17 syllables; Classical Japanese Haiku)
A village boy came to here for a joy
Journey to the moon on his way
Crowd of skyscrapers and robots
Nice humanity in the huts
Journey is a dilemma up and down hills lost a beautiful toy
N= Natural order he and she
A= Appearance perfect tangible and see
T= Trustworthy creator sky and earth
U= Universal fairness rules of its truth
R= Reality single fact not to divide faith
E= Ecosystem galaxy nature only nice trust.
Form: CONCRETE or SHAPE or ANIMAL
LIFE (in ladder shape)
I was preached, Life is a beautiful journey to the heaven
Walked million second through up and down hill
Asking and whispering with every creature and nature
What is life? how is your life?
No one knows about own’s life
Even an astrologer who has been telling client’s life,
They are just pretending the life
By reading a written note about the life
I did not write about my life
But I am reading my life,
How do I believe on words of life
Without alternative that was only life
Off course, changing form of nature and life
XX plus XY, sperm to body, body to soil,
Soil to tree, Tree is water again XX for XY
Inside the nature everyone cry
At last, in ten days we were assigned to practice SONNET, a Shakespearian style poetry. Wow! What a great news! My journey has began finally.
As far as I know, Sonnet was born in Italian soil and cultivated by the mind and thought of Shakespeare. Now it is famous as Shakespearian poem. It is 14 lines poetry, generally contained 8-6 or 4-4-4-2 stanza; but it is not said to be compulsory; where the last letter of each line follows the rule of a b a b and last two lines a a with repeated words in a tricky way and rhythm. here is my Sonnet:
Form: SONNET – Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
Hey man! Millions of baby are coming,
their future space, luck, and need
whenever they start searching
they get hurt when hard to feed
They get hurt everywhere you left mess.
encroached, marginalized, jeopardized and hunted
you just are enjoying by contributing less
come down and ask everyone how they are fainted
You set yourself top of the pyramid
ignoring the roles of the creator
babies are snatched from mother and seedlings from seed
Octogenarians are forced to work you never know the power of greater
Nero you are, joy single yours
yours single joy, cordoned by future, no more yours
It is 14 lined 8-6 stanza, can be formed as 4-4-4-2 stanza as well.
Assigned ten forms of poetry for ten days session :
Day 1: Water, Haiku, Simile
Day 5:Fog, Elegy, Metaphor
Weekend: Poetry Potluck
Day 8: Drawer, Ode, Apostrophe
Day 10: Future, Sonnet, Chiasmus
SONNET: In brief
A sonnet is a poetic form which is originated in Italy; Giacomo Da Lentini is credited with its invention. The term sonnet is derived from the Italian word sonetto. This example, Shakespeare’s “Sonnet 116“, illustrates the form (with some typical variances one may expect when reading an Elizabethan-age sonnet with modern eyes):
Here we will find the text of each Shakespearean sonnet
Let me not to the marriage of true minds (a)
Admit impediments, love is not love (b)*
Which alters when it alteration finds, (a)
Or bends with the remover to remove. (b)*
O no, it is an ever fixèd mark (c)**
That looks on tempests and is never shaken; (d)***
It is the star to every wand’ring bark, (c)**
Whose worth’s unknown although his height be taken. (d)***
Love’s not time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks (e)
Within his bending sickle’s compass come, (f)*
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, (e)
But bears it out even to the edge of doom: (f)*
Your monument shall be my gentle verse,
Which eyes not yet created shall o’er-read,
And tongues to be your being shall rehearse
When all the breathers of this world are dead; 81. 9-12.