Ah, once again, there they go,
a slight roll of the eyes
and a recoil from something foul,
but we know – you and I –
but most I’ve met in daily life
react with mild disdain
to thoughts and ode’s to wildlife
and compositions of the brain.
What is it, I ask myself today
about this writing style,
this way that we cerebral pray
and laugh, and cry, and smile?
A painter’s masterpiece is framed
an author’s praised by peers,
but what makes some poets duck in shame,
and makes some critics sneer?
In just a smattering of words
an entire tale is told,
the plight of man, the humming-bird
a life of pain, the World – behold,
and what’s a song, but words to sound
with lyrics at the core?
Poetic phrase, such words profound
God, a poem paused a war.*
I’ve tried to share my treasure,
these words I love to weave,
this task which gives me pleasure
and sometimes helps me grieve,
so I set upon a lonely trail
to see where it might lead,
and tho’ there was a chance I’d fail
I had an endless driving need.
After all these years of hiding shy
what do you suppose I find?
Out there in the ethernet
are those who write in kind.
I’m not alone, I breathe a sigh
and feel like I’m in heaven.
I’ve found a strength, found a voice
I’m so glad that I made the choice
to once read “We Are Seven.”
© L. Rose (3/21/17)
Happy World Poetry Day. “We Are Seven” is a poem written by William Wordsworth, which I read when I was in college. Though I ultimately majored in English, my first semester was spent with a different goal. The poem was not assigned, it just happened to be in the anthology I was using for another assignment. I read it. I have always loved lyrics, but lyrics are lyrics, right? And for a little bit there, poetry was, well an assignment. After reading, “We Are Seven,” I sat up and took notice. I thought, huh, and then read it again. I found it such an approachable poem, simple, and yet profound. It would be lofty to say that reading the poem made me choose to major in English – it didn’t – but it was woven into the fabric of the me who said yes, when offered the opportunity to switch.
I will admit that I wrote this tonight, so take that as you will. I was reading up on this World Poetry Day thing, and thought, hey, wouldn’t it be fun, and in the proper spirit, to write a little quick something that honors the day and also honors that poem I love? Ha – okay, so choosing to write in a particular style is – in no way – easy. Poetry is not easy – you guys know that – but man, that was hard! The poem took on a life of its own.
Teaching moment: “We Are Seven” is written with the rhyming scheme ABAB – the first line rhymes with the third and the second with the fourth. At the end of the poem is an ABCCB scheme.
* “God, a poem paused a war.” – technically it was a poem put to music and it was Christmas – The Christmas Truce of 1914 – Lyrics by Joseph Mohr 1816 (composed by Franz Gruber 1818) – so Christmas gets a little credit, too.
As always, thank you for your comments and feedback, and I hope this at least made you smile a little bit. Thanks for reading! ~ Linda