As a former English teacher, one of the many courses I
taught was Creative Writing. Naturally,
we had a unit on poetry. I wrote the
curriculum and called this “Poetry Like the Pros.” Students would model their own work after
well-recognized and oft-praised poets.
For example, we did a nature walk where they obtained sensory details
and then wrote a poem in the style of Robert Frost. They also had to experiment with different
forms of poetry. One of my favorites has
always been the sestina. If you’re a
writer or blogger, this is a fun form of poetry to try your own hand at.
The sestina, a French form, is an intricate
form of six unrhymed stanzas of six lines each, followed by a Tercet (three
lines). This type of form works well for the poet who wants to examine a
subject from different viewpoints. The
sestina depends on the repetition of end-words, but be aware that only the end
word repeats, not as in other French forms where the entire line repeats.
Choose any 6 words, such as:
a) daughter
b) sunshine c) voice d) garden
e) music f) joy
The pattern:
Stanza 1: a, b, c, d, e, f
Stanza 2: f, a, e, b, d, c
Stanza 3: c, f, d, a, b, e
Stanza 4: e, c, b, f, a, d
Stanza 5: d, e, a, c, f, b
Stanza 6: b, d, f, e, c, a
Tercet: ab, cd, ef
The
Dream of Perpetual Sunshine
I have awaited your
arrival my entire life, daughter
Believed fervently that
you would erase the clouds and color the sky with your sunshine
I have prayed and
prayed, God finally acknowledging my voice
I planted the seed of
you in my mind – an ever-blooming garden
Your father and I held
each other and collaborated on a gentle duet of music
The tears now gone –
the frown now faded – you are my joy
I lived a life abundant
with sin and sorrow, devoid of joy
Until I first held you
in my arms, my daughter
To the chaos and
cacophony, you brought temperance and a sweet, soothing music
My child – my love – my
beautiful – my ethereal – my joy
You will bloom and grow
in this life – Sarayu’s garden
I hope that in your
silence, you might hear his mighty voice
Sweet child, so young,
you have already found your unique voice
Your voice – your
laughter – your gentle cooing – brings unto me pure joy
One day we will plod
and plant together a simple, artful garden
In the garden, you will
come to know strength and beauty, my precious daughter
The lily, the daisy,
the lilacs too, all of these, as you, shall grow with sunshine
And the rose will be
the grand conductor over every other flower as they gleefully hum his music
Nothing – not Mozart,
not Beethoven, nor Chopin – could compare to that cry – my own child’s voice
All failed to compare –
even the warm, welcoming embrace of the summer sunshine
I wonder if, in all my
life, I will ever know a greater, more genuine joy
Than the birth of my
first child – my so deeply cherished own daughter
You are more grandiose
– more exalted – than even the deepest red rose of the garden
You shall one day be
required to tend to the dirt and weeds of your own garden
And darkness may drown
out the light, a steely silence replace the exhalant music
You may then know the
secret your mother holds, my own fragile daughter
And you might cringe at
the sound of your own voice
You will search in the
cupboards, the bureau drawers, the arms of strangers for anything resembling
joy
And yet you will be
denied those radiant rays of the now fickle sunshine
But I will always offer
my love, my own warm embrace, even when skies are grey, my only sunshine
And I will uproot all
those wicked weeds that attempt to cling to you in the great garden
Do not fear – do not
lose hope – in time again, you will become well acquainted with joy
You won’t have to
listen hard – or hush out any voices – to hear the music
Stronger now – wiser
now – beaten, but not bruised – emerges a far more brilliant voice
They can never, ever
quiet your shine, your strength, your shout, my daughter
I wish for my daughter to live in perpetual sunshine
I know her voice may falter if she fails to nurture her green garden
But I know, too, that even when the music is loud and out of tune, there still exists joy – joy – joy
First of all, this was ah-may-zing. Beautifully amazing.
ReplyDeleteI majored in English, and I once wanted to be a teacher. I'm realizing now that I am probably too dumb to do so. I can barely write a haiku.
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Deletelove this! i write poetry, but kind of unintentionally, so it does not have set forms or stanza arrangement, anything like that. You took something that could sound forced and made it into a true love song. very beautiful.
ReplyDeletewow. very nice!
ReplyDeleteAh, I remember sestinas! I like patterns, so I was always a fan. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful. I am welling up over here. What beauty, what joy lies here in your words. Thank you so much for this. I needed to read this today.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much! My daughter brings such beauty and joy into my life, so it was easy and fun!
DeleteWow! This is such an inspiration! My husband and I have been trying to get pregnant for some time now, and we are on the journey. You have inspired me to write a poem to our future baby.
ReplyDeleteGood luck to you! They are such blessings. I had to postpone pregnancy for a bit because I had two transplants. As soon as the doctor gave me the okay, we were all over that baby making business.
DeleteWhat a fun exercise! And a lovely poem about a lovely young lass!
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