Ravin the Poet
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I would like to start fresh with the poets here, and more or less get peoples personalities down. One thing I as a writer like to know about the people reviewing my poem is their personality, because you get a better sense.
Here is the bare bones of a poem I started titled Janelle. I did take some advice I basically wrote down what I wanted to get across. This has not been edited so I will be working on this next.
Janelle
“nay dear sir” she says to me
For I am but her Lord
“For your wife I shall never be.
I’ll take care of your children three
But you dear sir shall be ignored
She sweeps my den and tends to the land
And I bring home silver and shiny gold
“Slap me with your crocked hand
for I will not move from where I stand
and you will die lonely and elder old”
“Dearest Janelle I ask of you,
no I plea for this to end,
I’m not the man you thought you knew
And my sins are quite untrue
So I command of you to attend
She looks at me with a fire in her eye
“Nay dear sir, I’ll say again,
Be your wife, I’d rather but die”
Sweet Janelle the end draws nigh
“Dear sir I ask but when?”
Three children have grown old
And I am left with a dust of land
No silver, no shiny gold
No Janelle that I can behold
I am but left as dust and sand.
I feel as right now, the rhyme could use work. Being rough draft though, that was expected. What do you think of the format going ababb? Does it work, or would it be better to change it? What image do you see? Is that image seen throughout the poem?
Here is the bare bones of a poem I started titled Janelle. I did take some advice I basically wrote down what I wanted to get across. This has not been edited so I will be working on this next.
Janelle
“nay dear sir” she says to me
For I am but her Lord
“For your wife I shall never be.
I’ll take care of your children three
But you dear sir shall be ignored
She sweeps my den and tends to the land
And I bring home silver and shiny gold
“Slap me with your crocked hand
for I will not move from where I stand
and you will die lonely and elder old”
“Dearest Janelle I ask of you,
no I plea for this to end,
I’m not the man you thought you knew
And my sins are quite untrue
So I command of you to attend
She looks at me with a fire in her eye
“Nay dear sir, I’ll say again,
Be your wife, I’d rather but die”
Sweet Janelle the end draws nigh
“Dear sir I ask but when?”
Three children have grown old
And I am left with a dust of land
No silver, no shiny gold
No Janelle that I can behold
I am but left as dust and sand.
I feel as right now, the rhyme could use work. Being rough draft though, that was expected. What do you think of the format going ababb? Does it work, or would it be better to change it? What image do you see? Is that image seen throughout the poem?