Sharing Saturday Forty-Three

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Fall is finally here!  I can’t believe summer has come to a close.  My summer flew by in a wonderful whirl of books and time spent interacting with my amazing followers. Fall is a simply gorgeous time of year with the color changes and I am excited for Winter to follow close on the heels of fall.  Today, I will be sharing with you the introduction of an essay I wrote regarding the poem “Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLeish.  It is below. Enjoy!

Poetry is simply a gorgeous creation of words marching in inky blackness against the startling white of a page.  And yet the emotion and imagery evoked by twenty-six symbols is stunningly unforgettable. This may in part be due to the idea recognized in Archibald MacLeish’s “Ars Poetica” which states that poetry simply is, not overflowing with a set meaning.  “Ars Poetica” focuses on the manner in which any form of art should be personally interpreted instead of set in strict connotations. Through the use of metaphorical couplets, almost constant rhyme, and iambic pentameter, the poem balances free verse and classical poetry.  Along with that, the author forms twists by switching the rhyme scheme and not completely sticking to a single meter creating a paradoxical piece. For me personally, the resonance of “Ars Poetica” brings back memories of childhood reading endless poems, stories, and books.  In the end, poetry is meant to be, to convey emotion and the everyday struggles and joys of life; it is not filled with meaning and “Ars Poetica” imparts this idea with poignant ease.



Sharing Saturday Forty-One

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Saturday has shone its face once again.  Sadly, I am behind on posting and it has been a week since my last post, Sharing Saturday Forty.  So, I am at last posting and today I will be sharing a short poem with you and my thoughts on the meter used throughout the poem.

I recently stumbled upon a verse that commemorates fallen soldiers on the Thermopylae battlefield at which the Persian’s attacked the fortified Spartans.  It is heart-rendingly sad and thought inducing.  The poem is below and beyond that is a paragraph articulating my personal opinion on the meter that infiltrates the work.

“Inscription for a War”

Linger not, stranger. Shed no tear.
Go back to those who sent us here.

We are the young they drafted out
To wars their folly brought about.

Go tell those old men, safe in bed,
We took their orders and are dead.

The poetic meter of an “ Inscription for a War” creates a beat that seems to count out the final moments of the dead in verse.  The poem consists mostly of iambic pentameter which is slower and stresses the syllables in the manner of a heartbeat or the pounding of drums.  This is an excellent meter for the poem, a commemoration of men who died in a battle planned and brought about by those who would never fight at the front line as mentioned in the third stanza,  “Go tell those old men, safe in bed, We took their orders and are dead.” The meter does not break throughout the entire poem seeming to never end just like a memory forever passed on. It affects the mood of the poem by infusing it with hope through remembrance for the young drafted to fight a war in which they want no part or know not the true horrors of war.  However, it also adds a finality and acceptance to the poem with the constant beat of the iambic pentameter. Overall, the poem seems to be a symbol for all the wars that have been waged throughout history and the meter seems to batter out the never-ending constancy of war. In the end, the author excellently uses iambic pentameter throughout the six line “Inscription of War” to complement the contents and ideas contained within it creating a poignant commemoration for those long forgotten.

Sharing Saturday Thirty-Three

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Saturday is here which means that once again I will be sharing my opinions, musings, and writings with you.  Today I have a haiku about how time seems to stretch out into forever but soon it is gone leaving only memories in its wake.  It is called Forever Gone.

We had forever

But forever is so short

And soon it was gone

Sharing Saturday Thirty-One

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Thirty-one weeks of Sharing Saturdays has reached us.  Time has just flown by me.  So, today I will share with you a poem I wrote about time.  It is about how we have little time on this Earth and we must use it wisely.  The poem is meant to be encouraging to show that each and every person is important in the scheme time has laid.

We are but minutes in the vast expanse of time

A single tiny thread in a grand tapestry

As one ends another continues

Without one thread or minute

The pattern of the world itself is disrupted

Sharing Saturday Twenty-Six


Sharing Saturday is upon us and instead of sharing a story or essay today I will be sharing a short poem.  This poem is called Night Past for it looks at the past and how death slowly approaches us all.

It flies on silent wings

Wings of Night

Night when all light is above

Above us where the past lies in the present

Sharing Saturday Thirteen

It’s the thirteenth Sharing Saturday and today I will be sharing a poem that is a part of a novel I wrote.  This novel which has no name is the only one that ever went beyond fifty-pages.  The poem is called Himori and tells of an evil Dragon.

Al Del La

Over the mountains

Dwells a beast of evil intentions

Who stalks in the night

To devour every soul


His fire burns

Deep within the dells

He hoards his stash

Those who dare steal

Their pain may never end


Al Del La

Himori is his name

Quiver in fear from that word

Or your doom will soon come


Over the mountains

Dwells a beast

Of evil intentions

Who stalks in the night

To devour every soul

Al Del La

Al Del La

Sharing Saturday Nine

It is the ninth Sharing Saturday and today I will share a poem.  It is called Allure.  More of my poems can be seen in previous Sharing Saturdays.

They beckon

But I feel leaden

Unprepared for their pull

Too full

They call

I don’t resist

Sharing Saturday Three

It has been three weeks since I started this wonderful Sharing Saturday at the beginning of December.  See the one that started it all Here.  Now I am back for another one.  This week is a Haiku. Enjoy!

The Light of Hope

The new flower blooms

Shining in a world of grey

A small great beacon

Sharing Saturday

I have decided to start sharing some of my own poems and stories with you every Saturday.  I would greatly appreciate if you left comments telling me of what I can improve upon in my stories or poems.  Without further ado we shall start with a poem.  It’s called Farewell.


I bid farewell

A missing spell was put on me

But not long forgotten days

With a time like this

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