Poetry Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor
In keeping with the Ode form, I attempted to inject the use of archaic language. Please excuse any errors (and point them out if there are any!) I wanted to add another verse to this before bed – but my housemate is having an extremely loud conversation which is penetrating my creativity levels (and one must eat) : /
Sustaining tender life of mine from deep within
my Mother’s womb; long ere all knowledge of my own existence.
Bearing gifts of renewal; O, a new life to begin.
More than a mere muscle beating; with quickened pace
Your unguarded wishes race to thy heavenly skies
Conveying to it every which place we traverse in time and space.
O, heart – O compass guiding – where to from here?
Must I travel with no sense of home each passing year?
Dear Dad 
Wow, Hayley! It is so sophisticated!! Way to go!!
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Thank you Lucile! (Blush) 🙂 xx
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My pleasure Hayley! No blushing! Xx
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Very tender and kinds of receptive feel! Lovely!
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Thank you! xx
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Nice Hayley. I love your incorporating the old style of speech. Gives just the proper tone.
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Thank you! I was a little hesitant to use it, but studying Ode to West Wind by Shelley on my course recently gave me the confidence to try a little archaic language myself – even if it’s not quite to standard 😉 xx
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