Greetings, Friend.
I tried my hands at verse-writing drawing inspiration from my newfound friend's blog who writes in verses. What do you know, I was able to compose one after several tries and not getting it right.
It's a lot easier writing in prose but sometimes you get tired of it you want to try something new. Indeed, verse-writing is a challenge but it's fun. Let me share with you what I've done. You don't need to critique it like you would a real poet's piece because it doesn't qualify to be one in the first place. My objective is just to have a little fun -- making a fool of myself -- pretending to be a Sir Walter Raleigh, just this time. OK? :)
Also, please allow me to dedicate this composition to GIlson whose writings awakened me to the beauty of poetry which I have been foolish not to appreciate before. I haven't given the piece a title but it speaks of my experience with this blog that never had any visits until I tried social networking which I frowned at before. So here goes:
When I started blogging
In the summer of '09,
The idea of social networking
Never crossed my mind.
True friends on the Net? Heck, it's an illusion
At first, I thought; brushing aside advice,
That I give it a try even just for fun
'Nothing to lose, just tired eyes.'
I made posts to my blog and everyday
I checked; Perhaps a visit, perhaps a name,
Nothing; "there must be a better way
I must not fret, this is just a game."
Pausing to consider, I mused, "why not?"
Then I made my rounds: Facebook, Twitter, My Space;
Till the morning hours, you could call me nuts
Crisscrossing the labyrinth of cyberspace.
Hours and days turned to weeks,
Nothing real, just tricks;
But ... what I looked for I didn't find
Because I approached with a biased mind.
I changed my outlook, made a fresh start
"Arquivos Halcyon" my first-stop blog,
Hmm... the writer's got the poet's mark
Not a wasted time reading his verses, neatly tagged.
Never thought the writer will notice
My visits to his blog, reading every piece;
He initiated friendship, think he's real,
Speaks from the heart, you can really feel.
GIlson's his name, honest like a child
Open and sincere, he's not masked.
His feelings he doesn't hide,
Makes a great friend, more than you can ask.
Got visits now, can't be happier,
I'm even more inpired to write;
The Internet's a real wonder,
Worth spending hours
Till the morning light.
How about that for a Sir Walter Raleigh impostor, huh ... LOL
Thanks again for joining me in the little fun in my blog today ... for a break. After all, it's "serious stuff" I'd been writing, we need to have balance.
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Till next post. C ya. Enjoy the day. :)
