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18 August 2010 3 comments

August is hot
And the heat is oppressive
The sun is too bright
And the humidity excessive

But holidays abound
And today is auspicious
For the meter is sound
And the rhymes are delicious

But my lyrical tone
Is intentionally astray
For August Eighteenth
Is Bad Poetry Day

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  • Deb Seaton said:

    LMAO! You invite bad poetry offerings with this. “Holidays abound?” What country are you living in that holidays abound in August? 😉

    Sandburg was never a favourite of mine, altho I liked “Bones.” Because of its sea imagery. I see “Carl” and a name with an “S” and I immediately go to the Better Carl. Who was a poet on a million levels, in my opinion. (Which granted, is not worth much.)

    Question: in writing poetry, is it important to you to rhyme, and if so, what rhythm do you prefer?

    # 19 August 2010 at 12:03 pm
  • dan (author) said:

    Read not too much into it; I needed it all for the poem.

    Rhyming’s not important, though I find non-rhyming poetry harder to write. It takes a better poet, in that one gets sloppy without the constraints of vocabulary that rhyming imposes. Thus, when it doesn’t rhyme, it’s more often crap.

    # 19 August 2010 at 1:38 pm
  • Deb Seaton said:

    What is poetry if it canna be read into, lad??? 😉 I josh, I joke, I jest. I alliterate.

    Hmm on the rhyming comment. I found my rhyming poetry was more crappish than the prose style. But that’s my view, as author. Perhaps readers would find it all crap. Or prefer the rhyming kind when I did not. I don’t write poetry much anymore, not for fun, not for catharsis. It seems too precocious to me now, I suppose. Although I do admit that when I *have* written it, it was an emotionally-prompted expression. So perhaps that’s a catharsis in its own way. And there is nothing wrong with catharsis.

    I am reminded of something James Earl Jones said: “One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can’t utter.” Perhaps poetry, at least that of the more serious kind, is the heart’s effort to utter.

    If there’s a catchy rhyming rhythm, your bit o’verse has it.

    # 19 August 2010 at 5:07 pm