First, I will post the overall rules, and then I will post the specifics about this week.
Original rules, as stated by Ubertuna:
It must fit the week's theme. It must be submitted by the deadline. It cannot have inappropriate language in it. It cannot be stolen (if you plagiarize, we will find you).
Also:
The poem must be created for this contest A user cannot win two weeks in a row (though everyone is welcome to submit every week!) Only one submission per user will be accepted
As we all know, the winner will recieve a merit, and their poem will be featured on the _Poetry_ page.
OK, on to this week's topic...Again, we are having a style instead of a theme. Also, this week we are having TWO WEEKS to do it, instead of the usual one. Why? Because this will be an EPIC poem. Or, rather, a parody of an epic poem. Generally, epic poetry is very long, and tells the serious story of a heroic figure. Well, this week, the epic figure is YOU! Write a long poem (I'll leave the definition of 'long' up to you, but give it a good go) about the heroic story of you! It can be silly, serious, whatever... just have fun with it. You have two weeks, so have a great time!
I would like to change my entry. I'm not liking my faux-minimalism. Break the mold. Break the mold! I feel like I'm stuck in a rut.
Never a Perfect Thousand
One door opens Echoes a nine hundred ninety-nine doors The room without windows One door closes Echoes a thousand and one doors The room without windows One door opens Echoes a thousand and one doors The room without windows One door closes One sound One window
Five senses rule my being. Am I to trust those, which guide me? An adage tells me, âI am.â Am I to trust the words of another? That which cannot be governed by human instinct Falls into place
Blah, sorry for the double/triple post...Might as well clear up the bad code from copy & paste.
"I Doubt": Five senses rule my being. Am I to trust those, which guide me? An adage tells me, "I am." Am I to trust the words of another? That which cannot be governed by human instinct Falls into place
Since I'm working in neurology I could go on and on about this:
All things being considered in the mind's eye, The whole being greater than the sum, or so we say, But what of the lady who ate half a pie, And turned it around and ate half again, And turned and ate, and turned and ate, Until half of whatever half was what remained, And such existence was this lady's fate, Not to us, but to her, was it all the same.
Adapted from The Man Who Mistook His Wife For a Hat- Dr. Oliver Sacks. I'm recounting Dr. Sacks' account of a lady with a non-dominant hemineglect- the term used to describe where a person's perception of one side is impaired. I've seen this in stroke patients who are completely unaware of half of their bodies. The case Dr. Sacks here mentions though is slightly unusual. The lady would literally do as I have described above because out of any half she would remain unaware of the other half, and this applied not only to eating a pie, but also to dressing and makeup and other activities.
Pretty nice poem, Estel. It had a very interesting rhyme scheme, and I think that it hit upon the survival component of consciousness rather well. It could have been improved by a more consistent meter, but otherwise it was pretty good.
I agree. Meter is the hardest part, but if you can get it down and combine it with a good rhyme, it is really awesome. That's why people like Shakespeare or Robert Frost are so greatly admired, for their use of meter.
