Writing well is not an easy thing to do...

Writing well is  not an easy thing to do...

I was telling you in my previous posts what had been written in my British Teacher's Book about Essay Writing. Making a brief summary, there are many sort of Essays and Compositions, which should be written in at least 800 words.

In the United States, they call it PAPER, which I certainly agree. Paper is easier to remember.

-Narrative Essay.

-Descriptive Essay.

-The Literary Essay.

-The Reflective Essay: Descriptive-Reflective and Abstract.

-The Argumentative Essay.

-Poetry: An Advanced Literary Essay.

There are many forms and manifestations of Poetry, Classic and Modern ones.

Writing well is not an easy thing to execute, to carry out. I am sure a writer's heart gets frustrated over a blank page, not enlightened by a creative idea, not inspired by the muse of thousands words.

My style is simple, so my goals to reach people's hearts. When I write poetry, I use free style verses. When I write in prose, I use narrative or descriptive compositions. I am a simple person who writes simple things, nothing too complex that my mind won't be able to build up.

In my search to blaze a trail, I evoked my final stanza which I would like my dear family to have it engraved as an EPITAPH over MY GRAVE. It would read:

 

"In a lifetime, this poet

Wrote thousands words,

Whispered and died dozens Summers,

But enthusiastically returned...

This day might be different.

My turn might be longer and forever.

My time was over and set to be...

Would you remember me?..."

Author: Poet Starry Dawn.

 

In contrast with my poetic simplicity, I'll share a complex piece of art, one of Shakespeare's Sonnets (14 lines in rhyming iambic pentameters) for you to enjoy reading The Best Poet in The World.

 

Sonnet 21.

 

So is it not with me as with that muse,

Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse,

Who Heaven itself for ornament doth use,

And every fair with his fair doth rehearse;

Making a couplement of proud compare

With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,

With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare

That Heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.

Oh, let me be true in love but truly write,

And then believe me, my love is as fair

As any mother's child, though not so bright

As those gold candles fixed in Heaven's air:

Let them say more that like of hearsay well;

I will not praise that purpose not to sell.

 

Author: William Shakespeare.

Thank you in advance for reading!!