I would like to try something new. I know this blog is supposed to be for craftiness and creation, but I did say I was also a poet when I began this adventure (it sounds over-bold to claim the title, but I feel like being bold. I am not just someone who dabbles in verse. I have been published. I am a poet). So I have decided that every Friday I will post a poem.
I admit, I have an ulterior motive here. I actually haven't written any poetry since coming to the city. As a teenager I might have moaned and claimed I just couldn't write here and had to get back to the forest. And I do like blaming the city for all my ills. But I am almost 22 now, and must therefore be venerable and experienced and wise and responsible. So I said to myself, "Erin, you have had terrible discipline this summer. You must make yourself write!" I said it very severely and impressively and enunciated all of the consonants. And it worked! Here I am. Writing.
I don't promise very good poems every week, or any consistency in style. I enjoy blank verse, heroic couplets, nonsense and nursery rhymes, limericks and doggerel, rhyme of all kinds and sometimes even sonnets. And if I'm having trouble putting pen to paper, I'll go off and read some Tennyson and then come back and write something lyrical and melancholy and mysterious.
Like this one.
Forgive me for the melancholy, please. And for any poor poems I come out with this week or in the future. I can't judge my own work until it's seasoned for a long time, so these fledgling poems will just have to do the best they can. And thank you - you are helping me to be disciplined.
The poem...
Dusk and chill, and dusk and chill,
And on the moody visions run
To freer trees and wilder skies,
To nimbler dreams and wider eyes,
But dusk and chill, and dusk and chill,
And all the streets are one.
A million faces move, unmoved,
And heartbreak alone is still -
And dusk and chill, and dusk and chill,
And all the faces one.
I love it :)
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