I wrote this as an imitation poem for Frost's "Acquainted with the Night" and when I started writing i couldn't seem to make it fit his terza rima structure. It doesn't have to imitate the structure. Poetic elements and writing style work too and I'm not sure where I went with this.
I have been thrown in these rough seas
I have felt the temper of the unrelenting crests
i have passed through wind and rain just to find another storm awaiting me
I have felt the slap of the ocean spray on my face
And gripped the helm- steadying...
I have welcomed the music of the night time with open ears
The crash of the thunderous swell
ceaselessly thrashing my tiny vessel
A vast emptiness stretching eternally
The dim stars mask the treacherous sky
And still the night sings its mocking song
I have grasped the soaking wood of the bow
Absorbed completely in the burning black water
Stared into the inky depths and the somber heavens above
And I am like my little ship
immersed in the blackness
Battered by the vast expanse of relentless black waves
And stared down on by the gaping black ceiling.
In the distance a tiny white ship
much like my own, battered by the swell
Nearly destroyed by the cruel waters
Then like the ocean's play thing
smoothly swaying
gently rocked in the arms of the powerful ocean.
For now I am lulled by the calm sea and breeze
But I have been thrown into these rough seas.
anyway, what I was getting at is we aren't always in control of our lives and sometimes it feels so empty but so full. like full of all kinds of things that we cannot relate to or aren't helpful, they are just black or aspects of the blackness that get in the way. Life is both beautiful and powerful but it also kind of sucks sometimes, we may seem insignificant in the scheme of things.
But be honest, if it sucks please tell me because I'd like to make a pretty good grade and I'm not someone who usually writes poetry.
I have been thrown in these rough seas
I have felt the temper of the unrelenting crests
i have passed through wind and rain just to find another storm awaiting me
I have felt the slap of the ocean spray on my face
And gripped the helm- steadying...
I have welcomed the music of the night time with open ears
The crash of the thunderous swell
ceaselessly thrashing my tiny vessel
A vast emptiness stretching eternally
The dim stars mask the treacherous sky
And still the night sings its mocking song
I have grasped the soaking wood of the bow
Absorbed completely in the burning black water
Stared into the inky depths and the somber heavens above
And I am like my little ship
immersed in the blackness
Battered by the vast expanse of relentless black waves
And stared down on by the gaping black ceiling.
In the distance a tiny white ship
much like my own, battered by the swell
Nearly destroyed by the cruel waters
Then like the ocean's play thing
smoothly swaying
gently rocked in the arms of the powerful ocean.
For now I am lulled by the calm sea and breeze
But I have been thrown into these rough seas.
anyway, what I was getting at is we aren't always in control of our lives and sometimes it feels so empty but so full. like full of all kinds of things that we cannot relate to or aren't helpful, they are just black or aspects of the blackness that get in the way. Life is both beautiful and powerful but it also kind of sucks sometimes, we may seem insignificant in the scheme of things.
But be honest, if it sucks please tell me because I'd like to make a pretty good grade and I'm not someone who usually writes poetry.