Monday, September 30, 2013

Analysis: Is Rhyme Dead?

Why has metered poetry gone the way of the dinosaur?  Or is it just me?  Surely, there are still poets like myself that prefer to write in the "traditional" style.  By that, I mean rhyming poetry with some sort of meter.  I know they exist, but where can you stumble on their work?  In my experience, finding a poetry publication that accepts and spotlights that genre, let alone a publication that exclusively publishes such, is next to impossible.  Those that did are defunct.  I don't get it.

It seems that poetry has evolved from rhyme to free-verse.  Admittedly, I have not learned to appreciate the free-verse art form yet...largely because it often feels like just chopped up prose.  Reading it feels like someone has written a story and then formatted it to appear to have meter.  John Whitworth humorously explored the topic in Able Muse back in 2009.  Like John, I believe in art and I'm not serious either.    I'm not arguing for the exclusivity of one form over the other, just a level playing field.  I'm genuinely perplexed by the lack of interest in rhyme.

I remember the first time I was assigned to write a poem.  I was in 7th grade and the thought of it both petrified and excited me at the same time.  I still have that poem - it rhymed.  Looking back, it was also marginal, but it ignited something in me that persists to this day. 

If you read my Translating the Passion post, you're aware I also try to write song lyrics.  Most songs still rhyme.  I consider songwriters to be today's true poets.

I'd love to hear your views on the decline of rhyme.  If anyone is aware of a publication I've overlooked that still focuses (or doesn't scorn) rhyming poetry, please make me aware.  In the meantime, The Twilight Blue will try to provide a haven for metered rhyme in hopes that it can enjoy a resurgence.

Friday, September 27, 2013

The Cliff (Version 3)

Short sands
Long sands
The Nubble in between
I melt into the sunset
As waves crash
And gulls careen

Lost and found
Safe and sound
Chaos in between
I close my eyes
To dull the pain
Of all that I have seen

Crimson red
Twilight blue
An ocean in between
I let go
Slip off the rock
To pierce aquamarine


© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Cliff (Version 2)

Short sands
Long sands
The Nubble in between
I melt into the sunset
As waves crash
And gulls careen

Lost and found
Safe and sound
Chaos in between
I close my eyes
To dull the pain
Of all that I have seen

Crimson red
Twilight blue
An ocean in between
I let go
Atop the rock
Tranquil and serene


© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.
 
 

Monday, September 23, 2013

The Cliff (Version 1)

Short sands
Long sands
The Nubble in between
I melt into the sunset
As waves crash
And gulls careen

Lost and found
Safe and sound
Chaos in between
I close my eyes
To dull the pain
Of all that I have seen

Crimson red
Twilight blue
An ocean in between
I let go
Slip off the rock
And think what might have been


© 2012 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Birds

Birds abound
With cackling sound
Across the sky
In treetops high
Wind ensues
Amid the coos
As birds alight
From circled flight



© 2006 Michael P. O’Connor. All rights reserved.
 
 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A Momentary Lapse of Creation

"Long story short - it’s often hard to get out of a creative rut. Sometimes the inspiration’s just not there. There’s many ways to fight this but sometimes you just need to forget about it for a while and it will come back. Also, you never know when or where you’ll find the next inspiration and obsession in your life. Just make sure you're open to it when it presents itself."  (read the full post here)

Those are recent words from my friend, Glenn.  Creatively dormant personally for some time now, it's fitting that the return of my own inspiration coincided with my annual trip to the Maine seacoast.  Strangely, however, it was sparked by an entirely new endeavor - a developing passion for photography.  I've always admired the ability to take captivating photos.  It's a skill I have never possessed.  The advent of the iPhone, however, made taking pictures ubiquitous.  Never deluded by that relationship to real photography, I was glad to acquire my daughter's old camera and embark enthusiastically on trying to improve my skills with a half decent piece of equipment.  The inaugural result of that effort can be viewed in the MAINE 2013 album at OC Expressions.

Like Glenn, I decided to wait it out and not force it during my "dry spell."  Instead of voracious writing, I voraciously read.  I also redesigned the OCEnterprises website.  The Maine seacoast has always been a special place for me to renew my focus.  I'm hoping my writing instinct kicks in, but in the meantime, I'm content to rely on the old adage that a picture is worth a thousand words.