Hehe. This is better than school. I can say what I wish.
Today’s post contains one contrarian poem and, because it’s Thursday, a bunch of Orbetello doors from our Carnival outing in February. If you’ve come for a poem I must explain: I have been posting door photos for Norm’s Thursday Doors challenge every Thursday for about four years.
When I read today’s prompt, something snapped inside me. I remember that feeling from school.
Challenge 4: “Write your own sad poem, but one that … achieves sadness through simplicity. Playing with the sonnet form may help you – its very compactness can compel you to be straightforward, using plain, small words.”
Luckily the sad theme is dressed in the sonnet form, which I was glad to see. In the middle of last year’s NaPoWriMo I wrote a sonnet of my own free will, as I was getting tired of my para-poetic attempts and wanted a proper poem. A sonnet like we were taught in (Slovenian) school, with the U-U-U-U-U-U meter and abba-baab-cdc-dcd rhyme, is to me the definition of a proper poem.
But if you really want sad, here is my last year’s Day Four poem on Depression with which I have to live every day. And it’s not mine.
Here is my sonnet then. Simple enough?
Sad Thursday. Great. Exactly what is needed.
As if the stormy winds that threaten wildly
to thwart our careful plans, to put it mildly,
weren’t enough. Sad sonnet? I say: Bring it!
The one to order sadness from me blindly
has not been born yet, or with joy defeated.
There is too much that’s wrong, sad, bad, mistreated,
so take your gloom away and bug off kindly.
It’s not denial. It’s anger. Thought pollution.
I feel I’ve landed in a tear-jerk story.
To be sad to a prompt is no solution.
I’ll keep my colours, doors, hope, fun times, glory.
Yes, optimism is new revolution.
So let me hear you loudly say: We’re sorry.
This was a fun Carnevaletto da Tre Soldi in Orbetello in southern Tuscany. In some of the photos doors take second spot. I’m sure you’ll understand.
and for Day 4 of NaPoWriMo