The Fantastic Realms of Creativity
Creativity is within us all. Life is a short lived gift where thought creates reality and fantastic realms. Reach into yours! Nothing here is real nor true. It is simply my incomplete creative works and changing opinions on everything and nothing. ...with guest appearances of my daughter's photography.
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Poem: Perfect 21413
Perfect 21413
Kissing her
is weightless.
Like the yellow sun
on a still
Winter's day.
She warms
and brings
the depths
of the bluest day
to my soul.
Copyright February 2013
Gary Pilarchik
Monday, February 11, 2013
Poem: Hurting Charlie
Hurting Charlie
A remarkable hideous childhood
Close your eyes and relax
Where is your safe place?
I don’t have one
Imagine one
A rock,
on a cliff,
suspended
What makes that safe?
There is no one
Below,
above,
behind,
in front,
or on top
Maybe one day we can add to it
A blade of grass,
a sapling,
rain & sunshine,
People,
laughter,
seeds
A remarkable hideous childhood
Copyright October 2005
Gary Pilarchik
A remarkable hideous childhood
Close your eyes and relax
Where is your safe place?
I don’t have one
Imagine one
A rock,
on a cliff,
suspended
What makes that safe?
There is no one
Below,
above,
behind,
in front,
or on top
Maybe one day we can add to it
A blade of grass,
a sapling,
rain & sunshine,
People,
laughter,
seeds
A remarkable hideous childhood
Copyright October 2005
Gary Pilarchik
Poem: Comparing Flowers
Comparing Flowers
Sunlit singular rose
Beautiful bloom of red
Slender stem of green
Thorns are barely known
To clip and contain
Purity and perfection
Fragrance and form
Not a single blemish
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A mirror to cast the brilliance
An accidental image of…
The reflection holds a truth
Not absolute but of belief
I see the rippled bulky stem
Thorns puncture the beauty
Mold and mildew seep
Disgust and doubt return
Feelings I can not fend
Not a single redemption
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A wall to catch my shadow
My body does not compare
Copyright July 2005
Gary Pilarchik
Sunlit singular rose
Beautiful bloom of red
Slender stem of green
Thorns are barely known
To clip and contain
Purity and perfection
Fragrance and form
Not a single blemish
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A mirror to cast the brilliance
An accidental image of…
The reflection holds a truth
Not absolute but of belief
I see the rippled bulky stem
Thorns puncture the beauty
Mold and mildew seep
Disgust and doubt return
Feelings I can not fend
Not a single redemption
An elegant vase to cradle
An antique stand to sit
A wall to catch my shadow
My body does not compare
Copyright July 2005
Gary Pilarchik
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Poem: Of Love and Choice
Of Love and Choice
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.
To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright Revised January 2012
Gary Pilarchik
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.
To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright Revised January 2012
Gary Pilarchik
How to Write a Shakespearean Sonnet: An Outline
A Shakespearean sonnet is not difficult to
construct. The difficulty is in perfecting it. Your goal should not be…
to create a perfect sonnet on your first attempt. Enjoy the creative
process and have fun developing your poetry skills. I will present the
basic style components of a Shakespearean sonnet. A sonnet in this style
is also called an English sonnet.
Here is Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare. It is in the format you will be learning to write. After all, he wrote it and made the style famous.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Line 1
Line 1 A
da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM (this represents a line of iambic pentameter)
My LOVE for YOU is LIKE the HARD est RAIN (10 syllables)
Notice all the words are single syllable words but HARDest. You can stress words with multiple syllables as you wish within creative reason.
The single couplet:
Here is the first stanza of my attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet. (It is not perfect)
My love for you is like the hardest rain.
(Notice how it has changed down below. It is important to just write.)
The best way to write your Shakespearean sonnet is to grab a sheet of paper and write 10 dashes on it with the da-DUM below the dashes.
My LOVE for YOU is LIKE the HARD est RAIN
That is your basic template to repeat through out your poem. Remember you will need 14 lines made up of 4 stanzas. This includes 3 quatrains and 1 couplet. Enjoy!
2/19/2009
2/20/2009
Stanza Two
2/20/2009
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, your rain may fall and stop.
This rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow walks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms.
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that you reside in counter realms.
Inside I feel a shadow; love displaced.
The fear of loss or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright February 2009
Gary Pilarchik
Edward’s Lost Swan (The final Verison 2/24/09)
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.
To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright February 2009
Gary Pilarchik
Is it
Shakespearian or Shakespearean? Don’t get caught and lost in all the
details. Don’t stop your creativity from flowing because of a
technicality. Have fun and write an English sonnet.
Here is Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare. It is in the format you will be learning to write. After all, he wrote it and made the style famous.
Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Fourteen lines (stanzas, quatrains, couplet)
You have 14
lines to work with when creating a Shakespearean sonnet. Your poem will
take the form of 3 quatrains and 1 couplet. This totals 4 stanzas. A
stanza is a grouping of lines usually with a specific rhyming pattern. A
quatrain consists of 4 lines. A couplet consists of two lines. Your
poem will take on the form below.
Line 1
Line 2
Line 3
Line 4 Quatrain One/Stanza One
Line 5
Line 6
Line 7
Line 8 Quatrain Two/Stanza Two
Line 9
Line 10
Line 11
Line 12 Quatrain Three/Stanza Three
Line 13
Line 14 Couplet One/Stanza Four
Rhyming ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
You have to follow a specific rhyming scheme when constructing a Shakespearean sonnet. It looks like this ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Like-letters rhyme in this example. A rhymes with A and B would rhyme with B and so on.
Line 1 A
Line 2 B
Line 3 A
Line 4 B Quatrain One/Stanza One
Line 5 C
Line 6 D
Line 7 C
Line 8 D Quatrain Two/Stanza Two
Line 9 E
Line 10 F
Line 11 E
Line 12 F Quatrain Three/Stanza Three
Line 13 G
Line 14 G Couplet One/Stanza Four
Iambic Pentameter “da-DUM”
This is the beat of your poem. You can only use 10 syllables per line with an accent on the 2nd ,4th ,6th , 8th and 10th
syllable. Do not confuse syllables with words. One word may have more
than one syllable. It’s not as hard is it might sound. Iambic means foot
or measure. The foot/measure of a Shakespearean sonnet is 2 syllables
with a da-DUM beat/accent. Pentameter is used to describe 5 feet/beats. You can look at the da-DUM as unstressed (da) and stressed (DUM)
da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM da-DUM (this represents a line of iambic pentameter)
You notice 5 da-Dum’s which total 10 syllables. Each line must use this meter.
Here is a line from a sonnet I wrote specifically to illustrate this exercise.
My LOVE for YOU is LIKE the HARD est RAIN (10 syllables)
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
Notice all the words are single syllable words but HARDest. You can stress words with multiple syllables as you wish within creative reason.
Telling a Sorry (It’s not just 14 lines)
The 3 quatrains:
There are
many explanations on how to tell a story using a sonnet. I suggest the
first 4 lines or first stanza be used to set the tone or mood. It should
let the reader know what is on your mind. I suggest using the next 8
lines or 2 stanzas to define the conflict, twist or point of tension.
Remember conflict, twists, and tension do not have to be negative.
However you
choose to use the first three stanzas is up to you. The 3 stanzas can
also be looked at as beginning/issue, middle/transition and
conflict/dilemma.
The single couplet:
You are
left with the couplet which is the resolution of the story presented in
the poem. The couplet is your summation and conclusion to your story.
Have fun with it. You want to make sure you try and tell a story with a
couplet conclusion when writing a Shakespearean sonnet. Do not write 14
rhyming lines that just describe love, anger, an object, a thought, etc.
The Shakespearean sonnet is not 14 lines of descriptive poetry. It has a beginning, middle and an end.
Here is the first stanza of my attempt at a Shakespearean Sonnet. (It is not perfect)
My love for you is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
A love, I dreamed, I hoped I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
(Notice how it has changed down below. It is important to just write.)
It is a
quatrain with ABAB rhyme scheme. It follows the definition of iambic
pentameter. There are 10 syllables in each line with a da-DUM stress
when reading. Perfection is not the goal. Learning and having fun is the
goal. I set the tone and begin to move to the middle part of my story.
Punctuation
You can use
punctuation as you wish. I suggest you only use it to aid in the flow
of the poem when read aloud. Essentially, punctuation should provide a
pause or bring an end to a thought.
Punctuation also allows
you to break up your line. You don’t have to write a continuous
sentence. Your 10 syllables can be broken up by punctuation to convey
your idea and maintain the form of the sonnet.
Creating the Sonnet
The theme
can be anything you wish but Shakespearean sonnets often take on the
realms of love, beauty, immortality, or human life in general. I suggest
doing a web search of sonnets to stimulate your creative process.
The best way to write your Shakespearean sonnet is to grab a sheet of paper and write 10 dashes on it with the da-DUM below the dashes.
_____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____ _____
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
My LOVE for YOU is LIKE the HARD est RAIN
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM
That is your basic template to repeat through out your poem. Remember you will need 14 lines made up of 4 stanzas. This includes 3 quatrains and 1 couplet. Enjoy!
My Sonnet
I am
writing a sonnet for this Knol. I will update this section as I create
it. They take time. So don’t feel you must create one in a single
sitting. Many poets take a year to finish a poem. Just have fun and get
started.
2/19/2009
Stanza One
My love for you is like the hardest rain. or Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope, a dream I would attain. or This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, your rain may fall and stop.
2/20/2009
Stanza Two
This rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow walks. What does my doubt convey?
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow walks. What does my doubt convey?
2/20/2009
Stanza Three
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms.
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that you reside in counter realms.
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms.
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that you reside in counter realms.
Inside I feel a shadow; love displaced.
2/20/2009
Stanza Four
The fear of loss or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Edward’s Swan (First Version) For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, your rain may fall and stop.
This rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow walks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms.
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that you reside in counter realms.
Inside I feel a shadow; love displaced.
The fear of loss or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright February 2009
Gary Pilarchik
Edward’s Lost Swan (The final Verison 2/24/09)
Your love for me is like the hardest rain.
The warmth of summer, held in every drop.
This love, my hope – a dream I would attain.
But now I fear, this rain may fall and stop.
Your rain I know as love, can soak and drown.
The sun may rise to take its depth away.
To gain, to lose, to love so deep; letdown.
A shadow stalks. What does my doubt convey?
My love for you both hurts and overwhelms:
With joy of life, a priceless wine in taste.
To think that love resides in counter realms:
Inside, I know the pain, of love displaced.
To fear to lose or love so deep and pure?
For love I choose… the one I most adore.
Copyright February 2009
Gary Pilarchik
Poem: Complicated Gardening
Complicated Gardening
Bring back
the simple summer day
Remove the sun
that burns my skin
And the air
that takes my breath
Return my
childhood worries,
the fallen rope swing,
afternoon rain,
and the doorbell
that went unanswered
Copyright August 1998
Gary Pilarchik
Bring back
the simple summer day
Remove the sun
that burns my skin
And the air
that takes my breath
Return my
childhood worries,
the fallen rope swing,
afternoon rain,
and the doorbell
that went unanswered
Copyright August 1998
Gary Pilarchik
Poem: A Lower Form
A Lower Form
Worms that wander and wiggle
From rain, they cross the road
Scraping their skin
Racing the drying sun
Feeding the feasting birds
They can not see where they wander
They do not know why the wiggle
The rain chokes them
The road wounds them
The sun burns them
The birds swallow them
They have no thought, no history and no blame
No reason to make this a better place
For they are only earth worms
And they do not predict the rain
Copyright September 2005
Gary Pilarchik
Worms that wander and wiggle
From rain, they cross the road
Scraping their skin
Racing the drying sun
Feeding the feasting birds
They can not see where they wander
They do not know why the wiggle
The rain chokes them
The road wounds them
The sun burns them
The birds swallow them
They have no thought, no history and no blame
No reason to make this a better place
For they are only earth worms
And they do not predict the rain
Copyright September 2005
Gary Pilarchik
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