I could not believe it; it’s my last poetry assignment from Blogging University and I felt like I barely started. I feel slightly betrayed to be honest, because I thought that I will be getting assignments for the entire month of October! These assignments are the only things keeping me active with my blog right now, despite my busy schedule and school. I also feel that my poems do not do justice for all the support I have gained from joining this community of poets. I got lots of likes, comments and even new followers! I am so grateful for you all and thank you so much for your continuous support. I couldn’t have made it this far without all of your encouragement. Who knows, I could’ve given up on poetry pretty early on if I didn’t receive the recognition I did here. You are all wonderful, I salute you!
My last poem assignment this time is an emotional and personal response towards the style of poetry called: sonnets. I find sonnets extremely difficult. Why? Because I am a perfectionist. When writing poetry in a particular method, I must make sure I am following the actual preconditions of what that poetry-style has to be like. For sonnets, it must consist of iambic pentametres in every line and a rhyming pattern of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG (in the case of a Shakespearean sonnet). It limits me greatly, because I have to pay attention not just to the rhyming at the end of the lines, but also at the number of syllables and the stresses and it’s oh so stressful. I couldn’t even squeeze in any of my favourite poetic devices like metaphors and alliteration just because I am so piled up with the rules.
I’ve seen others works before writing my own, and some of them have broken the strict rules of sonnet composition. I don’t want to be like that, but I don’t take pleasure in writing sonnets either. Here is the end result of all of that brain-racking. I’d love to know what you think of this! Continue reading
A day late again. If it only were not concrete poetry, which forced me into using not just my word-processor, but Paint to put my poem into a discernable shape. I am not quite happy with this one because I forgot about anaphora/epistrophe way after I finished laying down the entire poem. As a result, the only snippet of the poem with anything resembling an epistrophe is the first two lines: I am / Who I am (which isn’t much). The poem is written in perspective of an iceberg, in first person. Continue reading
I have actually written the bulk of this poem even before the assignment came out. It was strange; I had a feeling that I will use a poem I have already written. Anyway, here is my take on an elegy, a kind of melancholic poem mourning a loss of someone or something. I can’t bring myself to write a poem lamenting a “flavour”, as I was asked, so I just incorporated that as part of the imagery. The enumeratio was also brief, found in the first stanza. Well at least I fulfilled my tasks for today. The poem pretty much sums up a break-up in a relationship, but on the side of the person who bears the most pain out of it. I’d love to know what you think of this 🙂 Continue reading
It’s rather surprising how a poet or writer can have short, creative bursts where you suddenly find words flowing out onto the computer keyboard like a waterfall, yet can suffer from writer’s block days later. That’s exactly how I feel right now: I spontaneously was able to create a sing-song ballad-ish poem about a Cairo neighbourhood which I don’t actually live in. For those who don’t know, I live in Cairo, but in a rather posh upper-class section of the city called The Fifth Settlement. Here are where many of the expatriates live along with middle to upper class Egyptians, all of whom want to escape the hustle and bustle of Cairo’s inner city neighbourhoods. I’ve been there and it is absolutely chaotic; traffic’s all haywire, lots of people shouting for some reason and the unfortunate state of the littered streets. However, although this poem applies generally to the inner city neighbourhoods, I find the positives out of that and imagine how it would be like to live as one with the locals. Continue reading
Urgh. I racked my brain hard for this assignment. My first reaction was: “What the frick-frack is a found poetry?!! How the heck am I going to write that and add this chiasmus, whatever this thing is?! AHHH!” Compunded with the evils of school work, I was not only delayed with writing this poem, but also with finding a text source for the “found” factor. My head swirled with possibilities: Wikipedia articles, Tolstoy’s novel Anna Karenina, a business newspaper, and so on. Somehow it’s like all of them are vying for attention to be used in my writing. After watching a helpful YouTube vid about found poetry, I settled at last for a simple alternative: to base my poem on an existing poem. Naturally, since I am still studying Sylvia Plath in school, it was the most familiar to me. The poem I based this one on is called ‘Edge’, from her posthomously-published poetry book Ariel. You can read this poem on Poetry Foundation by clicking this sentence. You will be able to compare and contrast the ways in which I have used her words to fit my narrative in this poem.
The poem is about the manipulative nature of some women, who trick men and use them for selfish gain. This is an ironic role-reversal between men and women but still it occurs in society. While many men take advantage of naïve women, there women can also do the same and entrap men as well, especially men who view women as mere objects of beauty. They are oblivious to the fact that some women are clever and can snare them into a living hell of a relationship! Continue reading