Black Out Poetry- Lonely Solitude

My friend has been posting a lot of  “black out poetry” and it looked a lot of fun to create. (you can see her work here) It was so inspiring and I had always wanted to try it.  I think what I like about it is that I don’t necessarily have to use my own words. (I’m not a big fan of poetry because it’s hard for me to understand)  In black out poetry I am choosing the words that I want to keep, but not having to think them up.  It’s like a word search where you highlight only the words you want in your poem and black out the rest.  I don’t know for certain if I am following the rules for this style, but this is what I came up with.  

The book I chose was To The Last Man by Zane Grey.  I selected this book online.  You can access the book for free here via the Gutenberg Project http://www.gutenberg.org/files/2070/2070-h/2070-h.htm  I haven’t read it before. I dragged the cursor down randomly and ended up on Chapter X and probably highlighted a page or so.  Initially I wasn’t sure if I had selected the right author and book because he is such a poetic author as it is with his descriptive style of writing.  But at the time the thought moved me to try black out poetry, he was the only author I could think of.  

If this works out to be popular enough I may use it more on the ‘Make It Your Own Monday’ posts.  After all, I did take someone else’s work and make it my own. 

This is what I came up with.  I used the first two words to title it : Lonely Solitude 

black out poetry

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Vincent (Starry Starry Night)

In this section, I have begun featuring song lyrics and other music related topics that I find are really compelling and meaningful.  At least they serve a purpose in my world.  Beyond that, because I do not listen to much mainstream music, I thought it would be a great way to share some of the lesser known songs with others.  That seems like a totally irrelevant statement because what I’m posting today is Don McLean and Don McLean is by no means a lesser known artist.  It’s just that I don’t know ANYTHING of his other than American Pie.

Tonight while I was at “the ranch” (that would be VideoRanch 3D a virtual 3d world on the internet where live musical programs are brought to you by 3 different hosts, as well as musical performances that occur in realtime, attended by a virtual audience (YOU) from all over the world.  – brought to you by your favorite Monkee Michael Nesmith) I heard a song that was new to me.  That’s what I love about spending Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights at VideoRanch.  I not only can dance in a way that I don’t look freakish, and chat with friends, but I am exposed to soooo much new music that every week, I’m finding myself looking up an artists’ catalogs for the songs.

Tonight’s “DoonTube” featured Don McLean’s song Vincent (Starry Starry Night).

The song is basically made up of two things that I really don’t fancy too much- Poetry and Art (because it’s hard for me to interpret the abstract thus those two topics become frustrating).  I feel that McLean was trying to explain the art of Vincent Van Gogh to me so that I could understand his paintings and not be frustrated by it.  I like it when a songwriter can make their music so visual and tell stories in their music, and I think Don McLean did an amazing job with these lyrics.  I’m not familiar with Van Gogh’s background, so the significance of some of the lyrics are lost to me, but that doesn’t make me appreciate it any less.  For some reason, this song stuck to me like a band-aid and I really really like it.

This video from YouTube was put together nicely (by someone other than me) and fits the song well.  Please enjoy as I have.

Starry, starry night
 Paint your pallet blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
 With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
And now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds of violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue
And now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
Perhaps they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the stranger that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
And now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will

When Memories Fade

I spent 2 hours cleaning the basement tonight.  When we moved to the new house, I boxed everything up instead of sorting it out a head of time.  I’m finding all sorts of old things that I had forgotten about.   I used to hate it when I was forced to read poetry in school… actually the sentence could stop there, but I was going to say, I hate it when it would say Unknown. I always hated the fact that the author was hiding something…. or were they?

I pulled this folded piece of paper out of one of my numerous notebooks.  I read it and it only vaguely rings a bell, but don’t get your plagiarism badges out, I know that it’s mine. I can tell by the stupidity tone of it, however  I can’t remember when it was written or for why.  There’s no grade on it so that theory also is out the door. 

Like I was told…. it’s all interpretation.

 

Unknown

I clear my throat to speak,
but I fear my words I just swallowed.
They were only meaningless fragments anyway,
and not my true feelings.
Standing here with you again,
it seems to be a lifetime since the last.
In what special way, I wonder, can I convey to you
my love, my concern, and longing for the way it used to be?
And how shall you tell me the same?
Will I ever comprehend your pain?
And will you ever realize, I suffer too?
The Good Lord knows exactly what I mean to say,
but has he told you for me yet?
My faith and trust in Him has given me strength
to continue on until this battle is over and won.
The words unspoken don’t pass unnoticed,
they are only cast aside until the time is right.
Tears shed release the pain and uncertainty
to wash over the barriers built by space & anger.
Struggling in silence has stretched out my arms
for the simplest solution;
a hug to show I care and miss you,
along with an old fashioned “I love you”….
Says all you and I ever need to know.