Black Poetry Day 2020 is on Saturday, October 17, 2020: poetry help
Saturday, October 17, 2020 is Black Poetry Day 2020. Black Poetry Day of Black Poetry Day.
He is saying If only my life could be different. If only I could be free to follow my own desires. His reference to the white day must be how he sees life - he has no time of his own, during all his days he must be at the beck and call of white people.
Only at night can be be who he wants to be, and he feels an especial affinity for the night because it is black like him.
That's all I can get from the poem.
Blacking out the sum?
There is real poetry style like this -- can't remember either.
From many few short words
Gravity's bow tightens throughout the day,
throughout the years.
How does this poetry script sound?
Those of us who have published even a few poems are always glad to see someone from the younger generation getting into it, as we believe that an appreciation of poetry is essential to a fuller life. It is a good thing, in the beginning, to perhaps compare learning to write poetry to learning to play the piano. One starts by practicing scales for months, then simple tunes, sometimes for years, and after maybe ten years one can play a nice piece very well. But one does not start with a complex piece. One should know that to write a good poem one also needs about ten years of practice, in this case reading good poetry, over and over. But because it is so easy to write down words, much easier than to play a good tune on the piano, some think that they can write an interesting poem right away. Now poetry is more like music than like short stories: it is a different way of writing. The musicality of the poem is more important than the literal truth of the poem, and usually a poem is NOT very true to literal facts, but to our feelings, just as music is.
Poetry is the art of hiding our meaning just a bit, in order to make the reader search us out.
It usually tries to show us, with images, instead of just telling us, with statements, facts.
It should surprise us with language we never thought of before. Above all it must avoid cliche, and you have a few here. "Broken and shattered heart" is a bit too obvious, has been used too many times, does not challenge our imagination. What kind of hearts?
Your poem shows you have plenty of feeling for your subject, but you know, we all want our own feelings, not someone else feeling for us.
Reading a poem, we are all like children: we want to be surprised.
What do you think of this:
Among twenty snowy mountains,
the only moving thing
was the eye of the blackbird.
Of course if we can see 20 snowy mountains, we cannot see at the same time a bird´s eye.
But the contrast between great and small, black and white, stability and movement,
is so interesting, who cares if it is true?
Tell us some great lies, give us a big surprise, an emotion, make us feel!
To make your reader feel (and all of us want to have our own feelings,
not just hear about another´s) you want a surprising, even a startling image.
Try this, by Elinor Wylie
I shall lie hidden in a hut
In the middle of an alder wood,
With the back door blind and bolted shut,
And the front door locked for good.
I shall lie folded like a saint,
Lapped in a scented linen sheet,
On a bedstead striped with bright-blue paint,
Narrow and cold and neat.
the midnight will be glassy black
Behind the panes, with wind about
To set his mouth against a crack
And blow the candle out.
Will she really go to live in a cabin in the woods, is she talking about her wish to die? (Of course not, she was a sophisticated poet and she is inventing, but we don´t care, because she has interested us with her images.)
She is obviously alone and despondent, and she makes us feel something by the strong images she invents.
We are surprised at the end. Her last bit of light is put out, what happened?
We have to invent, to imagine, to make up our own meaning. That is poetry.
If you want to carry on, and I hope you do, I recommend Emily Dickinson´s poetry. In this one
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
I think she is talking about death, but does not mention the word, she makes us work for it.
Surprise us, give us feeling! (you are on your way, keep at it.)