Happy Poetry Place day! Sorry again for missing the last one due to technical difficulties, if you want to know the poem I was going to share with you, take a look at Tyler Ford’s “Too Much” here. In my AP Lit class senior year, we had a poetry unit where we wrote one poem and chose to perform another. For the performance, I was torn between this poem and Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise.”
Though in the end, I chose Angelou, this poem still holds a special place in my heart. So go ahead and check it out and if you’re interested, Ford’s Twitter is here too! Otherwise, just to make up for last month, I have two of my own works to share with you today.
I’ll keep it short and sweet, but these two are a new style I’ve been playing with.
My English class has been getting into a lot of sonnets and Renaissance poetry lately so I wanted to see how I could use that influence in my own writing. Though I may have steered clear of true sonnet forms, as I have a major midterm to focus on rather than counting syllables and rhyme patterns, take a look at these and tell me what you think— they’re a little different, the question is if that’s a good thing or not.
Tell me how long our voices lie
too quiet, for we no longer see
the truth behind these actions, I
see nothing changing, for we long to be
stronger in the stances we take
and louder in solidarity.
We are breaking down the walls you make;
Now hath our voices set us free.
As a poem of power, this one comes from not only the issues I see on my own campus but those around the world. People are beginning to really stand up and say what they need to say. That’s what this is. And it’s never been more important.
‘Tis no less of poetry, but
spilled feeling that you make of me;
in time, in youth, in chastes unknown,
here be love I hath not been shown.
For I suppose if maybe we
may come upon a day when we
hath break our chains and all restraint
our lusts and hopes not far or faint
but strong and loud, power in divine
love, to leave our cold bondage behind.
Now this one was a real experiment, to play with the words we have left behind in a concept that will never really fade from poetry and art— love. I wanted to see what I could do with it and, though I may be biased, I kind of like how it sounds. Short and sweet just like I promised, but I’d appreciate some feedback and commentary, so let me know what you thought of these in the comments below!
That’s all I’ve got for you today 🙂 Have a great rest of your week, see you Friday.