Not doing this one. Sorry.
April 21: Write a continuation or response to a famous poem - this is a response to Robert Burns’ “A Red Red Rose”
Love, if I’m a red, red rose,
then you’re the sun and moon.
I think I seem so fair to you,
because for you, I want to bloom.
It was in reaching for you, my dear,
that I became who I am today.
You see such beauty in me?
It’s because I followed your way.
Darling, I followed in your way,
for your love has proved so strong,
that I finally stand on my own two feet
to love you my whole life long.
I know I’m yours and you are mine,
and before, that was so unclear.
I’ll wait for you til you come home,
knowing you wish me near.
April 20: Post a favorite poem of someone you don’t know (famous, or otherwise); explain why - this one was made into a musical setting for my high school’s production of Romeo and Juliet. It’s stuck with me ever since.
When my love swears that she is made of truth
I do believe her, though I know she lies,
That she might think me some untutor’d youth,
Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress’d.
But wherefore says she not she is unjust?
And wherefore say not I that I am old?
O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love loves not to have years told:
Therefore I lie with her and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be.
A friend of mine just made the point that in the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty - it never ACTUALLY says Humpty is an egg…HOLY CRAP.
April 19: Post a favorite poem of your own; explain why - I’ve always liked sonnets best.
How did I fall in love with such a beast?
How did I look upon your fangs and think
that they were lovely, at the very least,
and that for you I’d gladly walk the brink?
Your sharp edges are plain and clear to see;
it’s not as if for me they disappear.
In fact, I feel them cutting into me
in those few times you deign to hold me near.
But when you smile at me, the world I’ve won,
and at your side I feel both strong and rare.
But when you leave, the feeling comes undone
and disappears into the very air.
And thus, your unasked question makes me fall:
"Would you rather I not hold you at all?"
April 18: Write a poem where the first word in each line repeats itself
To go to you is too hard
to bear, but leaving is too difficult
April 17: Post a poem from when you were an amateur, no matter how silly it may seem
There once was a maiden so fair,
she had suitors from everywhere.
There was only one catch
to find her true match -
he must come her untameable hair.