I chose to imitate Jack Gilbert's poem "What is there to say". I wish I could give you an indepth and profound reason as to why I chose him but I can't. Really, I picked the poem because it is opposite of my writing style and I wanted to experiment.
Here's his poem..
What is there to say?
What is there to say each new morning
in Heaven? They would
weary of one always
singing how green the
green trees are in
Paradise?
Surely it would seem convention
and affectation
to rejoice every time
Helen went by, since
she would have gone
daily by.
What can I say then each time
your whiteness glimmers
and fashions in the night?
If each time your voice
opens so near
in the dark
new? What can I say each morning
after that you will
believe? But there is this
stubborn provincial
singing in me,
O, each time.
I liked his use ( or lack there of) of punctuation and I'm my poetry is more lyrical so it was fun to try this style out.. and this is what I came up with! (It probably wasn't very successful, but give me a break it was my first try.)
What do they say each time a young couple
falls dangerous and innocently in love? Their
trained thoughts would wander to lilacs blooming
beautifully on a temperate spring
day.
Bees will buzz briskly while wandering
In search for sweet rapture. Found, it
Will be in the hearts of the young couple
Rather than in the nucleus Of the Re-birthed nectar.
What can I say when the mirror
Asks me, “Why does this Baby’s breath
Fog and distort me?” I say nothing
But my lips angle upward
As I rejoice in
Festivity. Grand Festivity
Of lilacs, bees, and adornment.
There, The Baby’s breath will Remain as I go to feed off of
Sweet nectar.
O, his sweet nectar.
Yup, there it is. It was a little bit easier than I thought it would be to imitate and I kind of liked the writing style. Maybe, this marked the beginning of a potential Gilbert phase..
