Poetry Host: Lynn Einín O'Connacht
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poetreeHello, everyone! I'm Lynn and I'll be your Poetry Host this week. I plan to share a poem Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. I was going to tell you about how I didn't have a poem for today since I accepted rather impromptu today, but I managed to dig something of my own up for you, so I do actually have some poetry to share.
So! Introductions. I'm not actually good at these, but we'll see how it goes. As said, I'm Lynn. I'm an amateur writer and I occasionally delve into poetry. I used to write quite a lot of poetry, but nowadays I'm more of a short story writer who dabbles in the occasional haiku and/or englyn. (Artists doodle. I write haiku and englyn.) I recently wrote a free verse piece that I'm in the middle of revising. If you're interested, you can follow the process or help it along on my journal, but don't feel obliged to do either. ^_^
As it's been a few years since I wrote (and/or read) a lot of poetry, I'm all about rediscovering what I like and why I liked it. Or didn't as the case may be. I have a soft spot for the Romantics, as well as Robert Frost (whose name I cannot spell today, apparently), Emily Dickinson and W.B. Yeats. I also love sestina, though I can never remember the plural of that and, of course, haiku.
Poetry to me... has always been something that I just did. My mum and I used to play rhyming games and we used to make up our own guessing games (which, predictably) rhymed. One of the first poems I recall writing was a limerick. It was typed up in red ink with a real, old-fashioned typewriter. The first line ran something like "There once was a cat named Sylvester", but I don't remember the rest.
So... I guess poetry to me is a part of life, even when I'm not terribly actively engaged in it. I find it telling that one of the (few) childhood memories my leaky brain recalls is that poem, but that could just be coincidence. You never know.
That's a little bit about me. To sign off, have an englyn I wrote a few years ago! (It may not be very good, my apologies. Feel free to poke at it if you're so inclined. ^-^)
Single solitary songs
Sounding silent through the dawn.
Bird limb beating lingers
Long, longing, beneath liquid dawn.
* * *
If memory serves that's actually an englyn proest dalgron rather than just 'englyn'. There are many forms. The englyn proest dalgron consists of four lines of seven syllables each that half-rhyme with one another. (Note that mine doesn't actually do that last bit, so it's not a proper englyn proest dalgron.) Englyn are, in my experience and I admit I haven't tried written every form of poetry, some of the most difficult poems to write in English. (In retrospect, I feel it has too many ses. I like ses, but there is such a thing as oversaturation. (Oh, look! An s!)
Aaaand... that's all for today! Nice to meet you all and I'm looking forward to being your host this week!
So! Introductions. I'm not actually good at these, but we'll see how it goes. As said, I'm Lynn. I'm an amateur writer and I occasionally delve into poetry. I used to write quite a lot of poetry, but nowadays I'm more of a short story writer who dabbles in the occasional haiku and/or englyn. (Artists doodle. I write haiku and englyn.) I recently wrote a free verse piece that I'm in the middle of revising. If you're interested, you can follow the process or help it along on my journal, but don't feel obliged to do either. ^_^
As it's been a few years since I wrote (and/or read) a lot of poetry, I'm all about rediscovering what I like and why I liked it. Or didn't as the case may be. I have a soft spot for the Romantics, as well as Robert Frost (whose name I cannot spell today, apparently), Emily Dickinson and W.B. Yeats. I also love sestina, though I can never remember the plural of that and, of course, haiku.
Poetry to me... has always been something that I just did. My mum and I used to play rhyming games and we used to make up our own guessing games (which, predictably) rhymed. One of the first poems I recall writing was a limerick. It was typed up in red ink with a real, old-fashioned typewriter. The first line ran something like "There once was a cat named Sylvester", but I don't remember the rest.
So... I guess poetry to me is a part of life, even when I'm not terribly actively engaged in it. I find it telling that one of the (few) childhood memories my leaky brain recalls is that poem, but that could just be coincidence. You never know.
That's a little bit about me. To sign off, have an englyn I wrote a few years ago! (It may not be very good, my apologies. Feel free to poke at it if you're so inclined. ^-^)
Single solitary songs
Sounding silent through the dawn.
Bird limb beating lingers
Long, longing, beneath liquid dawn.
* * *
If memory serves that's actually an englyn proest dalgron rather than just 'englyn'. There are many forms. The englyn proest dalgron consists of four lines of seven syllables each that half-rhyme with one another. (Note that mine doesn't actually do that last bit, so it's not a proper englyn proest dalgron.) Englyn are, in my experience and I admit I haven't tried written every form of poetry, some of the most difficult poems to write in English. (In retrospect, I feel it has too many ses. I like ses, but there is such a thing as oversaturation. (Oh, look! An s!)
Aaaand... that's all for today! Nice to meet you all and I'm looking forward to being your host this week!
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Date: 2011-11-29 08:31 am (UTC)I'm glad to hear it inspired you! (Almost, anyway. ^_~) I hope you'll get to see and enjoy the sunrise, but getting enough sleep is important too. Morning has always been one of my favourite times of the day. So much life in it...
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Date: 2011-11-29 03:29 pm (UTC)Also, rules are meant to be broken. ^_^
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Date: 2011-11-29 08:28 pm (UTC)Heh. When it comes to poetry and prose, I'm a firm believer of 'rules are meant to be broken once/when you know what you're doing'. ^-~