Once upon a time, I wrote poetry!
Somewhere deep inside my #LetsDiscuss2020 #DiscussionSunday post about my regimen vs. impulse posting, I posed the question if anyone thought it might be fun for me to post some of my poetry here on my blog. Well, a couple of people showed interest, and I appreciate that. As for the rest of you, you are welcome to just click or scroll on by if you aren’t poetry people (I promise, I won’t be the least bit offended)!
As many of you know, April is National Poetry Month. Since I started out writing poetry (during my foolish youth), I couldn’t let this month go without including at least ONE poem. This one was written sometime in the mid-2000s, when I was getting into writing metrical verse. I never got very good at it, but my efforts aren’t totally disgusting. Here’s a Sonnet I wrote back then, just for fun!
On Immortality
Will someone study me when I am dead
And buried in my wordless lonesome grave
In volumes from some ignoramus head,
That someone by mistake, preferred to save?
Such couplets blue and stanzas yellow tinged,
May give my offspring’s offspring blushing pain.
For this, perhaps, these pages should be singed,
And scattered to dissolve like salt in rain.
We hundreds do our best to make our mark
And show the world our buds of flowery verse.
But I can never seem to find the spark
That makes my sonnets better and not worse.
And so, I’ll leave my efforts to their fate,
For who would love such poems that I hate?
© Davida Chazan [circa 2005].
The Chocolate Lady's Book Review Blog 
Hello, I don’t always know what the months represent for some of us; I had not realized that April was poetry month; I missed out on Library Week and month as well. I did attend a library book sale this weekend and purchased Jacqueline Kennedy’s book on Favorite poems by her favorite poets; so here we have a famous person’s book on the poet/poems that she likes and cherishes. Imagine if we all could do this instead of laboring to write an ode, a stanza, a quartet, or what have you for those of us iambic pentameter inclined. Here’s to the love of poetry and at times never to be understood by a reader. I am all for self-published and I am selfish and so perhaps that is why none reads me at all and I don’t advertise either. Sorry for not making sense ever. Have a great week!
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You made perfect sense. Have a great week!
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I love the self-deprecating humor of lines like “that someone, by mistake, preferred to save.” Do post more poetry!
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a fear many creators have, that their work will not be appreciated or remembered after they are gone. However, it also highlights the futility of worrying about such matters as ultimately, the legacy of one’s work is out of their control. Thank you for sharing this thought-provoking piece.
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Thank you!
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