Friday 6 April 2012

CaPoWriMo Poem #4: A villanelle

The villanelle seems fairly villainous at first, when you see the structure. The first and third lines of the first stanza are rhyming refrains that alternate as the third line in each successive stanza and form a couplet at the close. A villanelle is nineteen lines long, consisting of five tercets and one concluding quatrain. Whew!
But it's a fantastic form. Because of the refrain, it is very song-like. It affords great sorrow and, I suspect, great joy. You won't believe which of the two I picked. Here's my CapoWriMo poem #4.

An Ordinary Villanelle

Today has been a good day:
The earth went 'round the sun,
You smiled from the photo frame.

I wrote seven mails at work,
Barely talked to anyone,
The earth went 'round the sun.

I cooked dinner for one
And watched the game, your game.
You smiled from the photo frame.

I didn't say anything clever,
I didn't even pun.
The earth went 'round the sun.

I went to sleep in silence
And woke up calling your name.
You smiled from the photo frame.

Tomorrow when I wake up
Today will seem the same:
The earth went 'round the sun,
You smiled from the photo frame.

CaPoWriMo Poem 3: A cinquain

Yesterday, it was as if every creep in Bangalore was on the street. I wrote them all a cinquain, my third CaPoWriMo poem. I like the 22-syllable format. It allows for really crisp and cutting verse: my favourite kind. (For more about CaPoWriMo, go here.

Matter Over Mind Cinquain

Her mind
was filled with spite,
Her heart as black as night;
She was, he thought, a vicious blight.
Nice tits.

Tuesday 3 April 2012

Poem 2 - A sonnet

This one is a slightly messed-up Shakespearean sonnet. It's in iambic pentameter alright, but entirely in rhyming couplets. Not in alternating rhyme scheme (a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, etc.), as the conventional Shakespearean sonnet is. The subject matter is, however, Shakespearean. Provided Bill was in a bar in South India.

Which pillage they with merry march bring chome

You are a pretty man inside a bar.
No matter what you say, that's what you are.
Your problem is that you expect much more
Of your mind, but love, know this for sure:
Your dwindling intellect doth have a cure.
Come now, sweet ass, that's what your face is for!
Let not the politics of life furrow
Your hitherto unperturbed perfect brow.
Leave you the world's affairs to lesser Men
Your chest hair will out-do the mighty pen.
You may not win a national debate,
And you will always get the joke too late.

But let this truth forever set you free:
Your face is your best friend, DL2C.

Monday 2 April 2012

Poem 1 - Haiku

CaPoWriMo is back this April to make us all (okay, just me) write a poem a day. If you don't know how this works, check this out. I'm going to give it a shot this time, and try and write a poem a day.

Day 1 is haiku day. So here's my April 1st haiku.

Summer Sunday Haiku

Hefty gecko's tail;
Ants marching in the kitchen.
Summer buffs her nails