Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Hunting Poetry

   It is a great month, folks! No, it's not because it's turkey season.  Nope, it's not because I finally go a job nor because Avery finally figured out how to swim and retrieve sticks.  It's April; That means it is National Poetry month!

   I know what you're thinking.  Everyone hates poetry, myself included, especially in high school when your teacher tried to get you to understand the beauty of Robert Frost.  The lines don't make any sense and no one really cares about a pond or whatever he's writing about.  Besides, the thing doesn't even rhyme; everyone knows poems have to rhyme.  Yes, my friends, poetry is one of the worst things to try to make children learn, as its confusing nature causes the brain to immediately shut down.   However, there is some beautiful poetry out here, especially pieces that express the thrill of the hunt.

   The following is a piece called a villanelle. There are many rules for this type of poem, but the gist is that each poem has four stanzas (a poetry term for short paragraphs), three of which has six lines, each which end with the same words as the first, just in a different order (this will make sense below).  The last stanza consists of all six ending words but condensed into three lines.  It is a little difficult to write but the outcome is some stunning poetry...

The Silent Shot

The lonely forest, a
solitary tree, 
Here I stand.
There he waits.
Black circular eyes look, for
the season is open to you. 

White confetti envelopes you,
rolling blank landscape, a 
freezing chill numbs. Tree
shadows cling here as I stand. 
There he waits,
a perfect target longed for. 

The eyes play games, for
time waits not.  You
want it to explode, a
crack firing amongst tree
branches.  Here I stand.
There he waits.

Under the tree stand
he no longer waits, for
the season is closed to you.

   The Writing Huntress
Niagara University 2009

   Take your shot as some poetry, you'll be surprised with what you come up with!


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