Good Monday everyone! Hope you had a lovely holiday weekend. For those of you who are still celebrating because you are fortunate enough to live in an area where they still give Mondays off for the holiday, be quiet and don’t brag. No one likes a boaster. 😉
I’ve made it to Day 5 of Blogging A to Z and Day 6 of NaPoWriMo (this may get confusing at some point). The last three NaPoWriMo prompts were definitely challenging, I have to admit. Writing a fourteener, a “love”-less love poem, and deconstructing/reconstructing an existing poem-I seriously considered NOT doing the prompt. But, I went through each one and whether or not I did it well is not for me to say. I am pleased with how my fourteener turned out, despite that iambic metre which may or may not exist in my poem. But the “love”-less love poem and all but practically killing a Dickenson poem? Whew! I’m just glad I made it out alive.
Today we’re back to BOTH challenges and I like the NaPoWriMo prompt. We’re to write an aubade. I have a confession. I love poetry. I love writing it, reading it, listening to it, and generally everything about it. But, I am not overly familiar with all the different forms or terms. I am a very quick learner and so, while I was unfamiliar with the term “aubade”, I was happy to see that I’d been reading them for a while. One of my favorites is Louise Bogan’s Leave-Taking. One of the more famous aubade’s is John Donne’s The Sun Rising and Philip Larkin’s Aubade. Or perhaps you prefer Yeats? It turns out that an aubade is simply a morning poem about dawn or daybreak. It’s usually considered a morning love song/serenade. There are stricter definitions of it but I’m going to use a loose translation for my purposes. Part of the prompt was that we could try to make it a Monday-ish type of aubade. So, in keeping with the loose theme I took some liberty with mine. Note: the last line is missing a comma; this was deliberate.
Hope you have a good Monday!
P.S. My Blogging A to Z word is Evanesce, in case you couldn’t guess. Evanesce means to fade away, to vanish slowly, or disappear gradually.
By Jessica Scott
So let it be,
This repetition of life.
Each day starts fresh and new
despite my futile attempts to hold it back,
to remain young and beautiful, to keep the day from aging
once more. Once more into the breach, dear friends, the breach of life continuing.
Why can’t the day stay young? Why can’t we stay frozen in perfect moments till we are ready
to move on? Why slowly vanish until we are nothing, till we disappear? Why,
cruel nature, keep us bound to you and remind us of our mortality
with the rising of each new morning? And I’m so weary
of wearing my chains, this burden I bear.
And still I fade, like the mist.
So, let it be.
So let it be.