I was born on Tuesday, July 2, 1963. Today is my 55th birthday, and like the old nursery rhyme goes, my entire life has been 'full of grace'. In honor of my birthday, let's have a little poetic fun.
The nursery rhyme "Monday's Child" was written in couplet form. A couplet is two lines of rhyming poetry, followed by two more lines with a different rhyme, and so on. Robert Frost, one of America's great poets, wrote many poems using couplets.
A haiku is a Japanese poem of 17 syllables, in three lines of five, seven, and five, traditionally evoking images of the natural world.
While a haiku follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern, a lune's syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Typically, since the middle line is restricted to three syllables, it is the shortest line of the three.They are not as easy to write as you might think.
Below are my humble attempts to write a couplet, some haiku and a lune for you. But first, let's take a look at that nursery rhyme in its entirety.
MONDAY'S CHILD (First Published in England in 1838, Author Unknown)
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child works hard for a living,
Saturday's child is loving and giving,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way.
[I wrote the poems from this point forward. They can be found in my upcoming book,
More Ink For The Pen, set to be released in the Spring of 2019.)
Closed eyes ever seeing, his glory above,
Exhaling my issues, inhaling his love,
Head tilted to listen, upwards to the left,
Exhaling my worries, inhaling his strength,
A colorful picture shaded in grays
Inhaling His spirit, exhaling His praise
I went out on deck
To be with you but the night
Scared me away
INTO THE BLUE
Cruising over you
Deep blue waves turn foamy white
From the big ships speed
Her leaves like teardrops
Fall from her willowy face
Leaving me speechless
We are all the same
Though our words are different
We are poetry
Weeping willow tree
Bending branches crying leaves
Touches of green
White gold platinum
Stop me from dreaming
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