Here’s a linked list of the thirty poems I did this month (each in a different style) for National Poetry Month (and the various other descriptors it’s become known by: e.g. #NaPoWriMo and #GloPoWriMo )
1.) Limerick: Viral Limerick
2.) Sonnet: A Sonnet in Contradictions
3.) Haiku: Solitude Haiku
4.) Ghazal: Away
5.) Acrostic: BANGALORE
6.) Villanelle: Escaping the Frame
7.) Clerihew: A Few Clerihew
8.) Ode: Ode to my Immune System
9.) Ruba’i: Cloud Ruba’iyat
10.) Tanka: Rainy Day Tanka
11.) Free Verse: Train of Sleep
12.) Rondeau: I’ve Seen Sunsets
13.) Senryu: A Few Senryu
14.) Pantoum: Bee Flow
15.) Elegy: Spanish Flu Elegy
16.) Narrative: The Philosopher
17.) Doggerel: All Hail, Warhol!
18.) Prose Poem: Perpetual City
19.) Idyll: Sense of the Meadow
20.) Sestina: Fear in Motion
21.) Lai: Rubber Ducky
22.) Ottava Rima: The Unblemished & the Indelible
23.) Aubade: Booty Call Aubade
24.) Confessional: Fear & the Snowflake
25.) Triolet: The Cult of Leandra
26.) Lyric: Sound
27.) Eclogue: After the Rains
28.) Symbolist: Pressure
29.) Dickinsonian: (1)
30.) Ballad: Orpheus Twisted
Edmund Clerihew Bentley
delivered his sarcasm gently
with just four lines
using the simplest of rhymes
It’s said that Adolf Hitler
shoulda been killed when he was littler,
but maybe he’d not have been reigning
if someone had bought one of his paintings
Edgar Allan Poe
always wrote in the Flow
his secret was a life of melancholy
you don’t write “The Raven” while jolly
President Woodrow Wilson
might’ve lost votes in the millions
think how one would do
with first term Spanish Flu
[A villanelle is a six-stanza form (originally French) in which the first five stanzas are three lines (tercets) with an A-B-A rhyme scheme, and the sixth is of four lines (a quatrain) with an A-B-A-A rhyme scheme.]
a vast grassland spans my field of vision
bison languidly trample the dry grass
azure sky seen in perfect precision
are these the fields the Greeks hailed Elysian?
but while it’s vast I feel it has no mass
perhaps, it’s just hi-def television?
I find my mind is wild in ambition
and ignores the window frame and the glass,
pretending all that is, I envision
but I know I see with imprecision
a glance sees no more than in science class
though vivid, it’s as false as a gryphon
but beauty beats logic to submission
I become one with wind-tousled tall grass
dazed, I’ve lost all mental inhibitions
why would nature thrill in exhibition?
baring beach to beach across each landmass
it’s not to employ more aestheticians
but to drown out distrusting suspicions
[Ghazal is a poetic form of Arab origin consisting of between 5 and 15 couplets. Traditionally, it is metered (how many feet per line varies from poem to poem, but shouldn’t within a couplet,) and has a rhyme scheme of AA-BA-CA-DA-etc. A common theme word or phrase across couplets is also tradition, and it often forms the rhyme. Loss and separation are among the most common themes.]
In the airport, I think I’ll find a way
to be “he who stayed” as I go away.
“Left” and “stayed” aren’t just matters of locale.
Some who stay, long ago drifted away.
Some retreat within their seats, I speak true.
Body here; mind a million miles away.
Unwalking undead, this kind of zombie.
So, the living must become runaways.
They’ll say I’m playing games of semantics,
but games are done, now I must go away.