Elegy to our Hibiscus;
queen and pride of our back yard
[salutation]
O Hibiscus our lovely guard
You were the joy of our backyard
We miss you so much since you're gone
We honor you in praise and song
What per chance was your fate to be
We didn't know not clear to me
Fate has made you subject to cold
Gone, dead forever, were so bold
[equity]
It isn't fair to us humans
To lose our prime joy of lumens
Forever we thought smile you'd bring
Mother Nature robbed us this spring
[destiny (question, conclusion or implication)]
For us you'll live still in two ways
Mulch pile welcomes, your fiber stays
New kid in town your beauties pin
And we still find joy from your kin
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I've never written an elegy before and had to investigate everything that I had time for, including a definition. Googling helped a lot but then reading has to stop and test out what we've learned. I liked the topic division [in parentheses for your understanding help and a guide for e while writing] from https://penandthepad.com/format-elegy-poem-8445992.html .
- Quite a few suggested writing with didactic hexameter and didactic decimeter but I didn't do that. And https://studybay.com/blog/how-to-write-an-elegy-poem/ was interesting in the use of "Five Steps to Writing and Elegy" which was similar but different to the first site I mentioned. Most recommend a quatrain with the rhyme scheme ABAB written in iambic pentameter for pleasant sounds when reading.
[our backyard, Hibiscus on the left]
Labels: Elegy, Flowers, NaPoWriMo 2019, Poem, Poem forms, Real Toads, Rhyme, Syllabic Form
6 Comments:
Oh, I lost a beautiful hibiscus. I wish I had thought to save part of it in to feed and grow another generation. Thank you so much for taking part in the prompt.
Our hibiscus is kept indoors in winter... but it still thrives... but never to the size of yours.
This is incredibly touching, Jim!
Yes, it is sad to lose A beautiful plant. I am fond of hibiscus too. Bring on the new growth!
Wonderful poem Jim. Maybe you can find another and replant.
A lovely, touching poem, Jim.
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