Obsidian

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Obsidian: An Ode

You owned me
like a volcano
owning his magma.

And when you erupted
and excreted
all of me,
alone I cooled
and become
a new being.

An obsidian
with a frozen heart,
bold and braver,
fierce and better.

Thanks to you,
my former lover.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Unsplash.com

Word Inspiration: Sarah Doughty of Heartstring Eulogies (Thank you, Sarah!)


*Ode

The Ode (from Greek – aeidein “to sing or chant”) is a genre of poetry in which the subject is praised, exalted or favorably contemplated.. The term “ode” is concerned more with its exalted theme than the structure of the poem, although there are variations that do incorporate specific structure or frame in their delivery.

The ode displays three qualities, focus on one subject or object, an extended and elaborated description of the subject and last, a celebratory or praising tone. Edmund Gosse defined the ode as “enthusiastic and exalted lyrical verse, directed to fix purpose and dealing progressively with one dignified theme.” The ode is normally formal and often lengthy, however there are some beautiful odes that are neither lofty nor lengthy. The structure or frame varies depending on the type of ode written. The earliest odes can be traced back to Ancient Greece.

 

Ode to Old-ies

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Ode to Old-ies
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

Their crowns aren’t made
of gems that don’t fade.
Theirs are mix of greys and whites,
no glitters, just wise lights.
So as the dusk of dawn
erases their minds wits,
as their neurotic lawns
be filled with dried twigs,
to respect and love them
we musn’t forget,
cause their grey crowns aren’t
that easy to get.

Photo credit: Ismael Nieto


In response to Blogging from A to Z Challenge: O is for Ode.

Ode

The Ode (from Greek – aeidein “to sing or chant”) is a genre of poetry in which the subject is praised, exalted or favorably contemplated.. The term “ode” is concerned more with its exalted theme than the structure of the poem, although there are variations that do incorporate specific structure or frame in their delivery.

The ode displays three qualities, focus on one subject or object, an extended and elaborated description of the subject and last, a celebratory or praising tone. Edmund Gosse defined the ode as “enthusiastic and exalted lyrical verse, directed to fix purpose and dealing progressively with one dignified theme.” The ode is normally formal and often lengthy, however there are some beautiful odes that are neither lofty nor lengthy. The structure or frame varies depending on the type of ode written. The earliest odes can be traced back to Ancient Greece.

Missed a letter/poem? Read all Poetry from A-Z here.

Dear Mitch Albom: A Ronsardian Ode*

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Dear Mitch Albom: A Ronsardian Ode*

A reader for delight that was once me,
until I stumble
upon your words that made me clearly see
letters tremble.
Tremble with meaning of life, death, beyond,
overflow with truth humans must respond,
touch hearts alive,
old souls revived;
your written words, I will always be fond.

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Anastasia Zhenina


MITCH ALBOM is an internationally renowned and best-selling author, journalist, screenwriter, playwright, radio and television broadcaster and musician. His books have collectively sold more than 35 million copies worldwide; have been published in forty-nine territories and in forty-five languages around the world; and have been made into Emmy Award-winning and critically-acclaimed television movies.


In response to Daily Post: Handwriting and Napowrimo Day 3.

 

Today, let’s turn our vision outward, and write fan letters. I challenge you to write a poem in the form of a fan letter to a celebrity.

*Ronsardian Ode

The Ronsardian Ode is:

  • stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas.
  • syllabic, 10-4-10-4-10-10-4-4-8 syllables per line.
  • rhymed, rhyme scheme ababccddc.

 

Birthday Band

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Can you read my mind?
I hope you can.

From opposite face
of earth’s sphere maze,
among billion blogs
and gazillion word clogs,
i found you
you found me.

I can’t figure out
how our chitchats sprout.
I just remember how intimidated I was,
’cause your poems are flawless, no fuss.

Is it because of Sarn’s wit and magic?
Or Shayari’s captivating trick?
Is it the thrilling enchanted quests?
Oh, those are just wild guesses.

Nonetheless,
I want to speak less.
Cause this is your day, my dearest Mel.
And this poem wants to tell…

You are a great poetess,
scribbler of great characters.
I look up to you,
yes, that is true.

Your eloquence is
a sight to behold
I hope more will listen
to your stories worth to be told.


I look forward for more tales,
and magical haunting spells.
More creepy images,
or maybe a bit less? (kidding!)
and more poetic collabs,
oh, please say yes!


Can you read my mind?
I hope you can.

So you can hear and see
my full force greeting band
singing…

Happy birthday, dearest Mel!

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Morgan Sessions

An Ode to Fun

An Ode to Fun

T’was a usual
Monday morning,
until you gave me
goosies without warning.
After reading,
your skeleton’s story,
I had no time
to even fell sorry.
‘Cause your talent
in making me happy,
is incomparable,
oh so, surely.
To roll on the floor
I almost did,
but there’s no carpet,
yes, you noted!
So lemme thank you,
my dear Funsie!
With you, sadness,
will be just a fantasy!

©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: Favim


Ode is a poem praising and glorifying a person, place or thing.

And this ode is for my dearest Fun of Simply Me, who made my week a happy happy one.

WRITING 201: To the Holder of my life’s map

I know you since I’m three or two

You know life’s hell that I’ve been through

Up, down, and up again

Rollercoaster life feels like I’m in vain

Surrender, that’s what I did

As I sink in the sea of grief

My dream is dead, I said to self

As I smell my failure’s stench

I let go, and let You lead

As my hope slowly fall asleep

At my lowest, you came finally

I touch the sky, on bended knee

—-

©2015 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.

Photo credit: ilovehdwallpapers 

Inspired by: Touch the Sky by Hillsong


In response to Writing 201 Day 5 assignment:

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

Maps tell stories — about places we know and others we wish to visit, about technology and the speed with which we can traverse vast distances, and about the things we’ll see (or avoid) on our way from point A to point B.

Whether you choose to write about an actual map, an imaginary one, or just about a particular route that means something special to you, make today’s poem about a space you inhabit (or wish to. Or would rather avoid).


After I read the assignment for today, I dig into my brain to look for inspiration.

I usually listen to music while I give the assignment some thoughts. “What kind of map should I include? To whom or to what should I write an ode for?”

Then it hit me. Words just flow through me as I compose this post while listening to the song that I embed.

It felt surreal to translate into words an ode to HIM who holds my map.

It felt right to give him back the honour He deserves.

It felt good to look back how HE picked me up when I am at my life’s lowest.

Yes, this is for HIM. To HIM who holds my map.

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