It’s been a while since I’ve blogged any of my own work from my English class so here’s another one.
This one is a cliché poem and the cliché I chose to write about was “it’s not over until the fat lady sings.” Continue reading
So, I’ve been out of school for a few weeks now and I have yet to read a book! I know, I know. Shame on me! To be honest, I have the entire summer to read. Right now, I’m just enjoying watching TV for hours on end.
So in the last post I mentioned that I was going to be displaying a couple of pieces that I wrote in my creative writing class this semester. One of them being this Villanelle poem. It’s kind of hard to explain but a villanelle poem is a poem where the last word of the lines of the stanzas rhyme with other words in the other lines (or something like that). Click here for a better explanation. Typically, the poem has 19 lines but it can be longer. So without further ado, here is my villanelle poem: Buddy the Cockatoo. Enjoy! Until next time!
In a cage that was speckled with blue
and golden marble like paint
live Buddy, a small cockatoo.
He liked playing with worn out shoe
strings. A cute fellow, quite quaint
in a cage speckled with blue.
This weird hobby was somewhat new.
Takes the patience of a saint
to raise Buddy, the cockatoo.
Sometimes, loudly, he would chew
his food. His feathers, you can bank
on, swirled, whenever the wind blew.
He’d fly around in circles. “Shoo,”
you’d say. “Move along. Don’t taint
my work, Buddy the cockatoo.”
Alas! what else can you do?
Nestled warmly, at any rate,
in a cage that was speckled with blue
lived Buddy, a small cockatoo.