Thursday, March 14, 2013

Poetry

I remember the days when all poetry meant was create a limerick or acrostic. How I miss 2nd grade. Today though, we have the fun experience of learning about extremely confusing, yet lyrical verses. There are so many different ways to classify poems: sonnet, English sonnet, Italian sonnet, and so on. So many literary terms that spawned from it as well. There's verse, iambic pentameter, and rhyme. I'd like to take moment to brag. I know what a couplet is. Moving on, reading poetry has become increasingly complex. Gone are the day when all one had to do was listen to the rhythm. Instead, we get to find the author's real meaning and find a theme for their writing.

Despite my negative ramblings about why reading poetry has become exponentially more difficult; the truth is I kind of enjoy reading and thinking about it. It's certainly a provoking experience, and it's exercise for my brain. To demonstrate my abilities at poetry, here's a limerick.

I am a young child
Who wants to grow up in the wild
I will swing from trees
And never drink any English tea
Tarzan's my name, write that down in my file

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