My Year of Writing Dangerously

On the spur of one of my (increasingly rare) moments of inspiration, I decided that in order to maintain my artistic integrity, and because I can't keep calling myself a writer for much longer without actually WRITING something, I am going to write a poem a day for the next year. The first poem will be posted on August 10, 2010 and the last poem will be posted on August 10, 2011. (Unless, of course, I decide to keep going.) Not all of the poems will be good, and DEFINITELY not all of them will be interesting, but I will gaze around my kitchen, my living room, and Coming Home Cafe until something inspires me, then write a poem about it, as well as my random thoughts on the mundane things that no one notices, but which it is my goal to immortalize over the course of this year.



Monday, September 20, 2010

Day 27 - Who needs superheroes when you've got teachers

Okay. This is my poem modeled after Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales. The form is quite simple: Iambic pentameter (about which I will be less strict about than I usually am) and rhyming couplets.
I will also model my content after his: descriptions of people. This is going to be one of my methods of coping with a lack of inspiration: if I can't think of anything, I will pick a person I know and write one of these about them. So here it is, the very first entry in The Vancouver Tales.

PS. For the sake of the rhythm, please read the ♥ as "love" not "heart" ( i would have just put "love", but the spelling is important so i needed a way to get people to read "love" without the letters L-O-V-E being there. Its kind of an in joke, but just go with it)

The Teacher

First, there went a teacher, with hair of black
who's skilled and smart and wise, but still a quack.
Her passion spreads a love for all the arts:
more important than academic smarts.
She works so hard to try and save the world
although the threads of kindness come unfurled.
A hero, clothed in modesty (but chic!),
there's not one thing about her I would tweak.
The kind of person I so want to be.
I ♥ her (but not creepy: "L-U-V")
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