Yesterday’s post reminded me of how much I enjoyed the poetry classes I and about a thousand other bloggers participated in last year. The classes were so popular they had to shut enrollment down…I think. The moderators presented us with some really obscure, to me anyway, terms and forms of poetry. I dimly remember poetry classes in school back in the dark ages, the days of my lightheadedness and depth of my soul combined to write really bad poems about lust and love and despair at ever experiencing either.
Having re-read my favorite nonsense poem about the anteater and the eel, my contribution to the assignment for the day, which was Assonance. Reading the poem again I realized that I had no clue as to exactly what assonance was, so I googled it. The link that came up is just marvelous…and made me SO jealous of the famous zealots that wrote and wrote their hearts out back in their day.
One word of guidance…poetry that rhymes and/or possesses a metric cadence just cries out to be read out loud, line by line, not mumbled silently and skimmed for meaning.
I belabor the obvious here, again, and state that I am not a poet. I respect poetry, I do, and although I understand the agony of who are dead serious about writing and rhyming. For me the main rule is that any piece of writing, poetry or novel, song or joke…needs to have meaning.
A bit of toe-tapping helps get in the mood. Jumping rope always sets the pace too… “Dan and Susie sittin’ in a tree, k.i.s.s.i.n.g….” sorry, I wasn’t well enough coordinated to jump rope effectively.
[This is a good article, and fun to read…even for those who don’t give a fig about what assonance means.]