"Imitation is not just the sincerest form of flattery - it's the sincerest
form of learning."— George Bernard Shaw
Welcome to Day 17 of FEET IN THE CREEK.
Week 3 Poets:
For each day I have chosen a favorite poem, a favorite poet, or a favorite friend. I will look at the work, decide what draws me to it, what makes it resonate for me, and then write my own poem about the creek with those techniques in mind. These are first drafts, so nothing will be especially polished, but they will be starting points for revision after the month is done. Feel free to follow along or join in.
Today's poet is Victorian poet,
Christina Rosetti, who once said, "My heart is like a singing bird." She also said this: "Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun."
Who Has Seen the Wind?
by Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
My Intention: Write a rhythmic (or lyric) poem that uses a reversal in phrasing and is a reflection or a conversation about something seen or unseen.
Turtle in the Sun
I think
you are a rock.
You think
I am a tree.
I inch a little closer
so I can see.
But I am
not a tree
and you are
not a rock.
As soon as I move,
you're gone.
Plop!
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