My third tribute is to one of the most favorite poets of my childhood, the nature poet, William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
I have chosen these prompts from three of his poems to pen my verse.
Act of stealth
Tenderness of thought.
Benign is Solitude
(Poem: The Prelude)
Vales and hills
(Poem: The Solitary Reaper)
I have written this ode in the Terza Rima rhyme scheme of poetry. I first read about this scheme in a famous poem by P.B.Shelley, called ‘The Ode to the West Wind’ and was compelled to attempt a similar scheme for one of my own poems.
In a terza rima poem, the first and third lines of a stanza rhyme, but the first line of the next stanza rhymes with the second line of the stanza before it. So, the stanzas would look like A-B-A, B-C-B, C-D-C, and so on, with each letter representing the rhyming words.
A flow of ink,
for Wordsworth's Prelude;
To marvel & think
in poetic magnitude!
An Ode to Solitude
An act of stealth, in troubled pleasure
amidst vales & hills, on a moonlit night,
a quest for peace, an intangible treasure;
Sparkling waves, no horizon in sight,
rising tides, the boat doth slaughter,
adrift eastward, sails in flight;
A churn of memories, in the mind’s mortar,
the heart seeks harmony, all in vain
but all is tranquil, in silent water;
Tempestuous time, wreaks a melancholy strain,
shining waters sliced by trembling oars,
toss of tempests in the brain;
Singed soul, in voiceless roars,
plaintive pursuits of a pensive mood,
no conscious memory of distant shores.
Measured motion unearths quietude;
the weary will discovers tenderness of thought
for in blessed nature, benign is solitude.