text ❁ plant a garden for edgar allan; grow a poetry

[roseblooms]

Kit Fawkes shared a photo. 7/4 near Peach Beach

I think that there is no one in this town Who'd say that they demurred or disagreed That all our lives got flipped, turned upside-down By, quote, "the last app we will ever need". We'd not installed the app; it simply came We didn't ask for this; we didn't plan it Yet it was how we first beheld the name Of perfect, flawless, fair, unrivaled Janet Oh, Janet, with your wisdom, take us far And thrill us with your social mastery ('Cause let's be real here, Retrospec's HR Seems way more competent than R&D) Although, for bingo, poorly does this bode - For I just wrote a sonnet, not an ode.

Comments

[sotenbori]

what the fuck this is so good

[roseblooms]

What can I say? I enjoyed my English Lit class in undergrad.

[sotenbori]

yeah, apparently!!
damn fawkes

[frisyr]

Wait a sonnet isn't an ode?

WHAT'S AN ODE?

(This was really good by the way sorry if it doesn't complete your bingo!)

[roseblooms]

If we're being nitpicky, an ode technically has a different meter and rhyme scheme than a sonnet does.

The sonnet I wrote is fourteen lines and follows a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG; an ode, for example, might be ten lines in ABAB CDE CDE.

[frisyr]

ABAB CDE CDE what??

This is so complicated! What's the meter? I definitely don't think I've ever written an ode before!

[crushcard]

I'll give you an A for effort.

[roseblooms]

I was more going for a B for Bingo, but I'll take it.

[crushcard]

... You're much more literate than I am.

Any progress in this game?

[thesettingsun]

An ode it's not - still
Broadly speaking, this poem
Fulfills your bingo.
If Jim knows the difference
And is picky, he's an ass.

[roseblooms]

Nitpicking a poem:
Fragile petals on the breeze.
Critics go to hell.

[thesettingsun]

Season words are hard
Even if the meter's not.
Prose is my strong suit.

[originallutece]

And how long did we spend on this?

Actually, more importantly: did you write it while you're on the beach, or are you just in the general vicinity?

[roseblooms]

I am in fact tangibly on the beach. Technically I'm on a towel that is itself on the beach, but in this case I think the transitive property reasonably applies.

[originallutece]

I see. Well, when you feel like rising off your towel, come west. I'm a fair bit away from the crowds, so you ought to be able to find me easily enough.

[trappingheart]

for you to work will smith into your "ode"
is a true sign of talent, yes indeed
if you set out to make my heart explode
i'm pleased to let you know that you've succeed

ed

FUCK

[roseblooms]

As flattered as I am to see
That you've enjoyed my poetry,
Exploding hearts seem like a pain.
You want to try that rhyme again?

[trappingheart]

give me just a second please i need
to get my pounding chest under control
poems aren't my strong suit, i'll concede
and the iambic stuff is pretty droll

when i said my heart blew up, i misspoke
it was more like my soul was lit ablaze
the passion that your poetry evoked
has helped to get me out of a malaise

i've had an awful artist's block, you see
sometimes i write my own stuff just for kicks
but my motivation's been absentee
until this hit me like a ton of bricks

[liberal_arts]

A fair attempt, I'd even call it good.
But does it carry weight?
Does it foster a mood?

Sonnets can create beauty, but they also create restraint.
Rhymes have to pluck along a strict line,
like only having numbers to paint.

Janet is a professional, she's likely suited by this best
I would instead challenge her perfection,
She cannot be simply made to rest.

Let's shape this relationship differently, let's color outside the lines
Janet shouldn't be held to the limits of syllables and spaces
Not anymore than a slave to rhymes.

Janet is wonderful, at least so far
Do you see things differently, now?

[roseblooms]

You are, good sir — and I'll be brief —
Entitled to your own belief;
I trust that it will not be rude
To say, quite frankly, rhyming "mood"
with words that end in O-O-D
Is simply lazy poetry.
You can, of course, but if you should?
Myself, I'd say it's not so good.

[liberal_arts]

He wounds me! He wounds me!
Deep cuts, right to the bone, to paint the ground red
Like a canvas of pavement and grass.
And yet with such beauty, I can only feel I wounded myself,
Grasping a rose and expecting it not to take its blood

[skald]

Janet, fair and graceful lady,
This we beg you, all imploring,
Hearken to our heartfelt pleadings,
Made in love and never anger:

Dump the pisshead Jim on waking,
Leave him waiting at the altar,
Minds like yours deserve far better,
Room to nurture, not to wither.

Please attend me, heed Beyonce.
Put your hands up, single ladies.

...Well, it didn't rhyme, but I did my best!

[roseblooms]

It's true, it may not rhyme, and yet
The meter's good, and does beget
A certain deft and rhythmic style —
And therefore I would say that while
It may not be a rhyming verse,
It's rather good — and could be worse.

[anguinous]

Laurent Duvere
Blessed by the network's favour is she,
Janet of HR comes with no guarantee;
To show, to reply, to explain our trials,
Yet gently she speaks, and she beguiles

All further communiques in fear denied,
We wait in agony to hear of the bride;
For, a proposal was given, so long ago,
No answer was clear, and now we must know

Her eyes cerulean, the colour strange,
We no longer see it, that may yet change;
For Janet Wiseman our patience asks,
And so we fulfil these mundane tasks



How long do you think he was expecting them to be? I'm not sure I know her well enough for this

[roseblooms]

I frankly think the length depends
On preference — and on to what ends
You wish to go to meet the task.
I sure don't know; I didn't ask,
And there's no earthly way of knowing
Where these odes are even going
Or if they'll see a single line —
So as for me? I think you're fine.