Okay, now you can see that I’m REALLY trying to be exotic here. Poetry may seem to have a lot of guidelines, but in college we are learning about all kinds of writers who broke literary norms and tried to be unique, such as Sophocles, the writer of Oedipus Rex. Today I wrote a poem that does not have an automatic start to the beginnings of each sentence of the verses. You have to place the beginnings manually in your head as you read them. To explain further, at the beginning of each verse is a phrase. That phrase begins each sentence of the verse it goes with as long as that sentence is dialogue. Keep in mind, my intent is NOT to have you reread the opening phrases before each sentence. My aim is for you to keep them in the back of your mind to give the verses meaning. So you literally just read it the way it shows up, all the while remembering the opening phrase. I know this may sound over the top and too weird, but I am not displeased at the way it turned out. Though I usually don’t have to expend any effort to be different,
I am now trying to be my own writer in every sense of the word. I mean, I may do some common styles again later, but today, my theme is originality (at least, I hope it is). Here is what popped into my head during my lunch break at college today:
Cera:
"I cannot stand:
My really bad mood sometimes.
How you’re nearly always right.
The way I get in trouble so much.
The fact I just can’t win a fight.
I am sad that:
I can be so mean to others.
My friends can really fear me.
I just won’t admit when I’m wrong.
I want attention, but others don’t see.
I just want to:
Be with my friends when times are tough.
Cry sometimes, wash my worries away.
Show my softer side, but don’t.
Laugh and run and play.
I wonder:
If my friends truly like me.
That perhaps they’re being polite.
If all their kindness,
Is just to prevent a fight.
I think to myself:
Is there just no hope for me?
Am I really a bad Threehorn?
No matter what actions I choose to do,
Will there always be reason to scorn?”
Littlefoot:
“I wish:
That you wouldn’t be so hard,
On someone as great as you.
You’d know when in my thoughts,
I think of all the good you do.
You came:
To help save the bullies,
Even though they were quite mean.
On a journey to guide the Yellowbellies,
Because their wisdom was not so keen.
You tried so hard:
To rescue me, when I went along with Ali.
To protect Guido, when we all thought he’d fall.
To comfort me, as we neared dear Chomper’s home.
And succeeded when you heard your sister’s call.
You didn’t give up:
To come and find me on my quest,
When times were really unlucky.
When you heard of her problem,
And so gave much advice to Ducky.
I know:
That you’re a good Threehorn,
And more than that, a friend.
We’ll have much more time together,
And I hope it’ll never end!”
Cera:
“How can I know:
You aren’t just being nice?
That you aren’t lying of this?
If you words aren’t guarded,
To give me a sort of bliss?”
To that question, Littlefoot did lean-
Then gave her a great big kiss!
