Day Three. Third time’s a charm. One hopes, anyway.
Maureen Thorson’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “I’d like to challenge you to write an elegy — a poem that mourns or honors someone dead or something gone by. And
Robert Lee Brewer’s PAD prompt: “take the phrase ‘(blank) of Love,’ replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.”
In my poem today, I try to speak plain, perhaps at the expense of poetic beauty. It’s an elegy, as you’ll see, with a nod toward what made us unusual in contrast with other countries. And the title has a long phrase — a couple of phrases — coming before “of Love.”
Love of Country? Or Country of Love?
For what it’s worth, this poem is a hybrid sonnet
Turning to Alan's poem today, for his intro Alan says, “Vince made a comment today that he has no ties to the South, and I have nothing but ties to the South, and that makes any elegy hurt like everything. Here’s the love metaphor, too.”
Wide-Ruled Spiral Notebook of Love
Wow, that does “hurt like everything,” even for a guy who has no connection to the South. I see that in my poem today, I allude to the President in the North during the War Between the States. What do I know? Wait, Andrew Jackson was a Southerner and he was born in a log cabin. Hmm. Nonetheless, what a beautiful poem, Alan. Congrats, even if it hurts. Or especially because it hurts.
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Ingat, everyone. ヅ
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