The Poet in Me…

what makes me a poet, I wonder?
how am I different from the rest?
do I observe what others see,
or hear songs sung by silence?
does time slow down as I write,
and the world blur around me?

what thoughts can inspire me
as I sit in the shade, and wonder?
of these shadows, can I write?
just that, forgetting the rest;
even a leaf falls but in silence
only the world noisily does see.

so what does the world see?
maybe that’s what inspires me;
do they ever search for silence
or feel that sense of wonder
do they ever pause to take rest
from the drama that they write?

it’s not hard or easy to write,
just hard to observe than see;
the universe when it’s at rest,
or even going too fast for me;
just hard to sit and wonder,
where there world isn’t silent.

but the world I easily silence,
put words to thought and write
that ardent sense of wonder;
sometimes I can even see,
that completely tuned-in me,
when my soul feels at rest.

it’s when my soul feels at rest,
that I’m at ease with silence;
I let the words come to me,
let them show what to write;
that’s when I’m happiest to see,
to live, to be, to craft wonders.

my soul at rest, I start to write
the song of silence; I start to see
the world around me, and wonder.


Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme is “Seven” as well. I thought what do I do, and then I thought some more, and I was about to give up when a random idea discussed through a phone call kind of stuck, and the thought (and writing) block was broken. What I’m going to do, in these seven days, is write seven poems in seven forms of poetry that I love to write.
 
One of the more tougher forms of poetry that I have come across is the Sestina. The sestina is a 39 line poem, with six verses of six lines each, and one ending envoi verse of three lines. What makes the Sestina tougher is that it is based around a series of rotations. Each of the six lines in each of the six verses end with the same six words, but in different order. Say we call those words in order as 123456 for the first verse. The order of words in the next five verses are 615243, 364125, 532614, 451362 and 246531. The 3 line envoi verse has the six words too, in the middle and end of each line, in the order 2-5, 4-3, 6-1. A sestina needn’t rhyme, nor is it restricted by syllables.


(04 Sep, 2013)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

30 thoughts on “The Poet in Me…

  1. Excellent piece of craft! I enjoyed it tremendously. This piece came at a timely moment as I have been trying very hard to slow my pace down amidst the ongoing rush and noise. Personally, I feel that it’s easy to create noise but hard to sit down alone and face your own silence and be comfortable with your own thoughts. To be at ease and feel peace with own presence – is when the creative soul emerges.

    Thanks for sharing.

  2. So that’s another one to my knowledge list – Sestina. And again you amaze me with a natural flow in a persnickety poem sequence 🙂

  3. Welcome back to writing real good poetry Leo after a long break!! You are such a master of words!! Feels good to read this sestina and I can well imagine what more is in store!! Awaiting the next six!! 🙂

  4. wow! That is about all I can say! My mind boggles just trying to get to grips with the concept of Sestina, and you’ve gone and written such a beautiful poem. Wow!

  5. Vinay you have a fan in me now! I cannot believe there could be so many different ways of poetry writing! And that too something which has nothing to do with rhyming or syllable counting. This is such a wonderfully informative series!!

    Richa

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