We all have that "one" thing we enjoy but aren't great at. For me, that is poetry. I enjoy reading it, but when it comes to writing it...It's not always the greatest outcomes, lol. I wanted to share one of the "best" of my "bad" poetry I wrote a few years ago for a creative writing class.
I don't remember the official name of this style of poetry, but I did enjoy writing it. The last word of every stanza becomes the last word of the first sentence in the new stanza. Every sentence must also end with one of the same six words that I had chosen in the beginning too. It pushed me to think more creatively while following a theme. I free wrote this as the words came to me, and I enjoy the outcome. I hope you, dear readers, will enjoy it too.
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The Birth of a Rose:
A new blooming rose.
Lush from the surrounding earth.
Surviving the relentless stomp of the dog.
A birth we do not hear.
Nor was there a first cry.
Or a history to be read.
We first begin with how to read.
And don't remember how we rose.
If you fall you cry.
Wondering how to stand on this Earth.
Acknowledgements from around are heard.
As encouraging if we were a dog.
We are responsible when we are given a dog.
"How to train your dog" is expected to have been read.
We try things that we hear.
We laugh when the dog sneezes from sniffing a rose.
We don't encourage when he digs holes in the earth.
When he gets old or sick we cry.
Why do we cry?
Do our eyes water because we're allergic to the dog?
Do we tear only when someone leaves this earth?
Do we get sad from things we have read?
Do we remorse the death of a rose?
Why don't we crumble for every death we hear?
Not everyone can hear.
Beethoven couldn't, yet people that listen to his music get so moved they cry.
Some people can't see the beauty of the red rose.
Aided in our world sometimes by just a stick and a dog.
A different book is printed so they can read.
But they are sometimes more in tuned with the Earth.
We don't know why we are put on this Earth.
Our actions are based on what we hear.
Sometimes we decide things from what we read.
When we fail or are happy, we tend to cry.
We learn that your best friend, might just be a dog.
And with our passing, the cycle continues with the birth of a rose.
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