The Weekend Assignment is posted each Friday at Outpost Mâvarin; a roundup of responses goes up the following Thursday, so if you’d like to join in, you’ve still got some time. Karen says: Don’t worry if you don’t get your entry in by the end of the weekend. It’s called the Weekend Assignment because John Scalzi originally designed it to give folks something to write on weekends, but times have changed since then. Now the meme is launched on Thursday nights / Friday mornings, just a little later than Scalzi used to post it, and you have a whole week to respond. Still, I for one am grateful if you don’t all wait until the last minute!
Weekend Assignment #212: It’s National Poetry Month in the United States, but poetry itself is a worldwide phenomenon, existing in many styles. Let’s celebrate the form. How? By writing a poem, of course! It can be silly or serious, haiku, limerick, rhymed verse, blank verse, free verse, two lines long or fifty, or anything in between. All I ask is that it be a new, original poem, not something you wrote in high school and trot out occasionally.
Extra Credit: Do you have a favorite poet?
(Note: This wasn’t the original Weekend Assignment topic. I had started working on that one before this went up, and will post it later this week.)
Poetry. I’m sorry to say it, but poetry is one form of literature that just doesn’t grab me. Perhaps it’s to be blamed on all that time with Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, T.S. Eliot, and Edgar Allan Poe in my American Literature classes, or perhaps not, but I can safely say that I don’t seek it out for recreational reading. I much prefer a narrative style, and I think that well-chosen prose can often be quite poetic itself.
I really only enjoy poetry in a couple of forms – humorous verse, and song lyrics. Based on that, I would have to agree with Karen’s choice of Dr. Seuss as my favorite poet, sharing the honors with Lennon and McCartney.
I don’t recall ever writing a poem that wasn’t for an assignment, and the following is no exception. The title was suggested by my husband, and I hope that you enjoy it. Writing it was easier than I expected, but I doubt I’ll do it again any time soon.
The Blogger’s Lament
Sometimes, when one’s writing a blog,
One might find oneself in a fog.
The ideas just don’t come,
Or they do, but seem dumb…
That’s a good time to go walk the dog.
Do you enjoy poetry? Do you ever write it? Do I have to promise you that I won’t do it again? (I’m OK with that, really…)