The Sound of Poetry

When I was a child, my father read poetry to me often. He quoted lines of poetry whenever it was brought to his mind. He sang little ditties that he learned as a child. He filled my life with the rhythm of poetry. One of the first poems I memorized was -

Boy with bow and arrow, photograph by Doris Ulmann - LoC 3b16179u

"The Arrow and the Song" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight. 

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song? 

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

I love the meaning of the words. I loved the flow of their sounds. I found that I liked other poems by Longfellow - "The Song of Hiawatha" and "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." I was thrilled to learn that he was a Maine native.

Who is your favorite poet?

LORD's Day

"Thou will keep him in perfect peace
whose mind is stayed on Thee."

Celeste's Sestina

In honor of April being poetry month 
(and today's lesson on RHYPIBOMO,)
I decided to repost one of my favorite poems. 

sestina is a specific poetry form using a set of six words. Variations of the words may be used, as long as they sound the same. I realized that I could expand my choice of homonymns if I mixed in some French words. I had fun writing this poem. I hope you enjoy reading it -

(and maybe learn a few French words
along the way.)

Celeste’s Sestina

Mademoiselle Celeste, so petite and fair,
With silky locks and eyes so bleu,
Who lived with her smiling grande belle mere,
Who sold fromagecarrottes, et choux.
Billy was far from his home in America, where
He all he could say was “Bonjour” and “Adieu.”

Oh, what was the poor lovesick boy to do?
He paid the bus driver some foreign fare
And traveled to the market, where
He purchased a cart, painted yellow and blue.
Bought a cheery bouquet of orchids. A-CHOO!
Sweet chocolate, and a cream colored mare.

Trembling, he gave posies to her mere.
He rode with Celeste through the sparkling dew-
Covered fields, whistling and tapping his shoe
In time to the clopping along to a fair,
With colorful flags that fluttered and blew.
He bought her a joli chapeau to wear.

They browsed up and down the rows of wares,
And even heard a speech by the mayor,
Who arrogantly stood when the trumpets blew.
There were so many exciting things to do
And see, at that marvelous country fair,
It was hard to decide which things to choose.

Celeste, in French, said, “Regardez, Monsieur!”
But lovesick Billy proceeded on… unaware.
His mind full of music and love affairs,
With a squish, behind his cream-colored mare,
His sole became smeared with the sticky doo!
His face grew red, he coughed and blew.

Celeste giggled and batted her eyes of bleu,
And offered her kerchief to wipe his shoe.
She kissed his cheek, his fears to subdue
He knows now that someday, somewhere,
Somehow…when he’s convinced her mere,
He’ll marry mademoiselle, so elegant and fair!

So, now when all is done and due,
If you ever see some eyes of bleu,
In a mademoiselle so lovely and fair,
Regardez where you put your shoe,
For with the bride, somehow, somewhere,
Will be a smiling grande belle mere.

French Words
grande - big
belle mere - stepmother
bleu - blue
Bonjour - Good day
Adieu - Good bye
fromage - cheese
carrottes - carrots
choux - cabbages
joli - pretty
chapeau - hat
Regardez - Look
Monsieur - Mister

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I'm loving all the advice and encouragement 
in being part of this group this month.
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