Poetry is a Song Without Music

I finally started on my paper on Kilwa palace for my African Archeology class. At least that one is half pictures. I also got an interview for my poetry grammar paper. Unfortunately she didn't say what I was hoping she would. She wound up so worried about not bashing new age experimental crap (my word there not hers) that I couldn't get her to admit that simply throwing any old thing on a page and calling it poetry doesn't count. I am in firm agreement with my dad on this one. Poetry is a song without the background music. It should be written musically, lyrically, with rythm and verse and the occasional rhyme. Good poetry lends itself to being put to music and sung, like the Star Spangled Banner or Waltzing Matilda, or any of the really old country songs. Meanwhile, it drove me nuts that our grammar to enhance writing book didn't use any rhyming poetry examples and that when they were quoting lines from a poem they used as an example, one of the lines was not actually in the poem. Where the heck did  it come from?

Only a couple more weeks till school is officially over for the semester. My papers are going to be due soon. Luckily, I've at least started on them all by now. Maybe I'll finally do something productive with my weekend and finish them all by Monday. At least then I won't have any more homework to worry about, just tests. Also, I finally got around to writing the poem about my great, great grandpa Valetine Karki, the one who rode with the rough riders and Teddy Roosevelt. It can be read on my page at Fifteen Minutes of Fiction.